It was enough. I could see her sprawled on her bed, the covers hiding her most intimate secret from me, a secret she’d shared night after night, tem...ting me until I could no longer resist. I took a step into the room. And then another, my feet moving of their own volition. Her hair was so beautiful, pale and shining in the soft moonlight. I wanted to touch it. No. I needed to touch it.I moved closer, carelessly letting her panties slip from the end of my knife to the covers near her feet. It. " She put her arm inside of theman's arm and said, "Sissy-girl husband of mine, meet RaymondDuMont. Raymond is, and has been for a long time, my lover!" I wasgetting ready to divorce you to be with Raymond full-time, but firstyou are going to see Raymond make love to me. You are going to seehow a real man satisfies his woman. It might help you avoid themistake I made when you go out in the world to seek your male lover!" I couldn't believe all this was happening to me. But, Mary'sverbal abuse. I asked Sandy if she had anything else to use and she replied that there were some ripped nylons in the glove box. I used my pocket knife and was able to piece together enough of the strands to make a rope that would keep our tree secure. The rest of the trip was spent watching through the rear view mirror to make sure that the tree was still there.We waited until it was rather late before we snuck the tree up to our third story apartment. We accidentally left a little ring of sap on the floor. He would not be suitable. Dundas..."The sitting man grinned and cut in, "Dundas is a badass. This dude,he's no Dundas." Who the fuck are you to say what I am?" I managed but not asconvincingly as I hoped.The young man got up and walked right up to me. I was almost six inchestaller than him, but he put his face not two inches from mine."I say what the fuck I want. I see it, I say it. I've seen bitches withbigger balls than you. You a mark, Chica. Big talk don't mean shit inhere. If you were in.