..”“I already know, Steve. Someone needs to be able to get to them if you can’t.”“There are diskettes in my lockbox in the locked drawer of ...y desk. They’re password protected. I’ll tell you the password, but you can never write it down.”“Why?”“The government can’t make you TELL them the password, but if it’s written down, they can get a warrant or subpoena to seize it. Also, I need you to come with me to the Post Office so I can rent a PO Box. I want you as the second owner of the box. We’ll. I quietly whispered, "No." He walked around me, touching me, stroking me. I shivered with anticipation."Who hooked you up?" he queried."My husband did. He left a while ago and I'm not sure when he's going to be back," I answered.He eased down his pants and began to stroke himself as he stared at me, telling me what he liked about my body and how sexy I was. It wasn't long before he came and shot his load all over my stomach. He then kissed me and thanked me. He tweaked my nipples and slapped my. Then my wrists were attached, and I was hoisted off the floor. He was not happy that my ankles were held sufficiently tight, so he let me down, and went out to get a spreader bar which was adjustable, and held my legs well apart. He felt all round my breasts, and then gave me a few more slaps on the rear, before pronouncing himself satisfied. Then he gave me the bill for the work, which fortunately I had enough money in the bank to cover. Then he was gone, my room was back to normal, and I had. Six-foot nothing, one-hundred sixty pounds. Light brown hair, and strong Norse features - at least, that's what my grandpa Ole always said. I'll never win a contest on looks. But obviously, something caught Elise's eye.We're quite happily married now, but for a while, it was touch and go. As the company slowly sank, Elise and I started fighting. It was hard on our kids, Jeremy and Melissa. Jeremy's grades started to sink, and Melissa got pretty withdrawn and rebellious. With no savings,.