My husband wasn't lacking, but his not quite seven inches just couldn't compete."Don't panic, baby. The hubby is three states away, busy making money ...o keep me in the style I deserve. That's just Wilfred." Who the fuck is Wilfred?" he asked, watching the door closely."Wilfred is our ghost. He's harmless. I'd tell you about him, but I've got something else on my mind just now. I'll tell you when we're done."I dove down, licking and sucking with enthusiasm, loving the way it felt as it grew to. I had finally gotten through to her."Is there anything I can do to make you change your mind?" she asked quietly."I can't think of anything, to be honest. This isn't something I just dreamed up on Saturday morning. This has been coming for some time. In fact, it's been coming for years. I just got to the point where I wasn't going to go on with our marriage the way it was, and you couldn't see what you had become. I took it for as long as I could." What am I supposed to do? I don't want to be. He forced himself to calm down; to think more clearly. No weapons and don't be a target are pretty much two sides of the same coin."Well, hell, that's it!" he exclaimed. "Pass that blasted coffee pot, will you? Jeezus, you guys, I'm going nuts trying to figure how we're going to stay alive another day without our weapons, and you two sit there grinning and drinking all the damn coffee!"Marie grabbed the pot and tipped the last of the brew into Steve's cup. She made sure a good slug of grounds. Pepper said, “I was always told that was the worst way to make coffee.”“You don’t make twenty five cups of coffee at a time any other way,” Mrs. Daniels said.“I have to admit that it tastes good,” Pepper said.He remembered an old girlfriend who used to grind her own beans and used a French coffee press to brew coffee. She could have learned something from Mrs. Daniels about making coffee.Donny rose from the table and said, “It’s time to get to work folks. Everyone knows what has to be done.