I'm convinced. Convinced that you're either a nut case or a fool for love. I'm not sure which is worse."A chump is worse."No doubt the latter, Miss......uh, may I call you Roxanne?" If indeed you are a poet and swordsman, then I will play Roxanne to your Cyrano."(She knew! The literature gambit had snared her. Now on to stage two.)Does this chump think I'm ignorant? I can spout literature all day if I have to. I can be quite entertaining if the situation presents itself... the better to eat you,. This was no way to live.I suspected though, from what Mom said, it was too late to save my marriage. What about her work? She absolutely loved what she was doing. No, she might divorce me, but she would never give that up. Well, millions of people were divorced every year, so I was just a number now. I got out of bed to look at the paperwork. I would soon be single. My life would change, but how much? Not too much. I would just have to fill in the three months I had every year with Betty. I'll. During the evening, Tricia modeled fetish and bondage costumes. There were the usual: teachers, secretaries, nuns, and tavern wenches, all vanilla to Victor. He was attentive to Tricia’s necessary wardrobe alterations. Fingers pried under bras and panties to check for fit, corsets were tightened beyond reason, blindfolds tested for blockage and gags tested for sound muffling. Spanks worked best for the sound tests. Tricia modeled a nun’s habit for Victor that he had sliced in front so the black. He had no interest in doing the things she was suggesting or in doing things with her.It also seemed to him that when he parked his car at her condo building it wouldn’t take much of an effort on his part to have sex with her. It had been a while since he done the dirty but there was absolutely no interest on his part in having sex with her. Her assumption of what she thought was a developing relationship was something he thought that needed to be nipped in the bud.Turning toward her he said,.