* * *Later that night after Chase went home, I was in the den on my computer.The radio was playing Tears for Fears's "Head over Heels".I deleted the m...ssion spreadsheet I had made.I saw an e-mail from Val with a whole bunch of new requirements, logos,and new ideas for her parent's future coffee shop. She ended the e-mailwith "I'm excited to be Demarco Consulting Group's first customer!"The future memory came back. The memory from the altered timeline. Ilaughed at the reference to my future. At various moments, he had the irrational fear that his cock might quit on him, or perhaps his heart, and he wasn’t sure which would be worse. When he finally collapsed on the bed from exhaustion and fell asleep for a decent nap, the women were themselves tired enough to content themselves with snuggling up to him.He awoke a couple of hours later, to find three lovely faces admiring him, and the second that they realized that he was awake, all three Lassiter girls began smothering him with. I smirked as I ravaged my estranged wife, even as it occurred to me that the threat of divorce was a far more powerful weapon than a divorce itself. She could remain my wife and be my loyal bitch, serving me in the way that wives used to do in a less “woke” time, before marriage became a steel trap for men instead of women.Progress had its place, but as my marriage showed, it was a bit uneven and often took a toxic, abusive form that disproportionately harmed half of the populace. My half, that. Right now it didn't seem like he would even need to make anything up.With how Monroe had acted according to her this morning he had morethan enough fire power to keep Lena on track with the plan."Look Lena, I think it's very important that you strictly keep to theplan this Linda woman proposed. It sounds to me like Monroe is justlooking for an excuse or opportunity to destroy you. You know what hedid to his last wife, and I doubt he will hesitate to do the same toyou if given the chance. I.