I wanted to puke. Eighteen years of marriage down the drain, and for what? A stupid ass fling. I got a room in one of the economy motels for a week. I...figured by then I would be in better condition to know what my plans were. I called my boss and told him I had some personal business to take care of and wouldn’t be in the rest of the week. He told me it wouldn’t be a problem and would see me the following Monday. I called information to find out where Bob Hawkins lived. I called his house and. ” - “And I love you. I’m happy you made our lives so interesting and fascinating.” We got up cleaned ourselves off in the shower and then started to make plans for the next day, when I would try to find us a cook in a nearby school. When 3 hours later our two slaves came back down we ordered in some pizza and I turned to Kiran: “You’re our barkeeper, have you checked what is still left in the bar and what we need? Take that as task for tomorrow. Make an inventory of what is still left, what we. The sound of his male equipment slamming into the teenager’s female parts was music to his ears and he hoped that their lack of decorum would not wake them in the middle of the night. They had the stock hobbled and tied to prevent them from wandering away or being stolen by outlaws or Indians and they had no lights or candles and not campfire after dark to mark their position for passing strangers looking for a stranger to rob or murder in their sleep.Shamefully, he started into another round. I took it and started wiping my embarrassment off. What I really needed was a shower, but this would do for now. Done, I threw the towel on the couch with the sheet and then I put on my clothes. Afterwards, I balled up the towel and sheet and with all the humiliated energy I could muster, made my way down to Professor Dubin’s office carrying them with my spent finale plastered all over them. I don’t know what made me carry them to his office. He was sitting behind his desk looking down reading..