“Jesus Christ, Steve. That’s fucked up.” Mrs. D rolled over onto her back with her hand over her eyes, now fully exposed to Bob’s view. I c...uldn’t figure out if she’d forgotten about him or was enticing him while dealing with some old-school issues. I looked back to Bob. He had moved fully into the doorway and a tent was forming in his pants. OK, he was game. I turned back to Mrs. D, placed my hand flat on her belly, and waited, refraining from checking her crotch to see if she was still. I am still confused. Anyway, Dave gave me only one option for that to happen and I took it.”“I bet you wish you hadn’t done it now, huh?”“No, absolutely not. I mean I am still trying to figure out what being married to you means, but I don’t regret a second of it.”I rolled onto my back and looked over at her. She was staring at the ceiling. I asked her. “Why do you hate me so much?”She looked into my eyes. “Because you destroyed my life.”“How did I do that?”“By marring me. All my life I have. A regular, black, straight and strong coffee for me, and some kind of 'girlie' cappuccino for Brit. We sat there and talked endlessly. I was continually stroking my hand up and down the length of her firm, shapely thigh. She had worn a pair of terrycloth shorts, and I knew it was just for my benefit. Eventually, we decided we should head out. I slid out and reached out to assist Brit as she stood up."Well, thank you!" she said with a smile. Running her finger up and down my chest, she. I had a good prospect coming over to see the system and I had come home to run a quick check on the system to make sure everything was working right. I turned on the TV monitors and began to cycle the system. Front of the house, both sides and back of the house working fine. Garage, kitchen, family room, basement 1 and basement 2 no problems. Master bedroom, guest ro ... and I stopped. I had seen a glimpse of something as the master bedroom flashed on and then off the screen. I selected MBR and.