From the front of the car, the passenger had been watching him discreetly. Almost as soon as Gerry started to bring the glass to his lips to drink the...second drink, the man turned around and almost snatched it from Gerry’s unresisting hand. Gerry was already asleep. “No you don’t” the man muttered softly, more to himself.“So much easier this way,” murmured the driver pulling the car smoothly into the side of the road. The car paused just long enough for the passenger to open his door and pour. But morethan that, I was nearly overcome by a sense of dread. What was happening tome? Why couldn't I fight back against this? I felt weak, helpless. I feltfear. I started to cry.The minutes ticked by, and I somehow found the strength to replace Maria'spanties on my face and totter back up the stairs to the sitting room. Istood quietly outside for the first chime of twelve o'clock, listening atthe door. Annabelle's reasonable tones could just be heard. "Remember thehormones will be cranking up. They not only knew it, they’d humiliated him in front of the others and his own daughter.The anger did not ease as the day wore on. It festered and grew. There were further little barbs and put-downs.In his dark thoughts he hatched a dark plan.It was 3am. There was enough moon for him to see his way to the barn, and then he turned his flashlight on to a dim setting and tiptoed to the single room. He knew it was Megan’s turn. He turned the handle and went in. It was a warm night, and she had on. I got home and had a very light snack of vegetables with my wives. And then I stretched my tired body and asked Chanah to sleep with me. She looked surprised, glancing at Abby and Sheffie who both gave her "I told you so" smiles. My wives! I do sometimes fantasize about eavesdropping on them. I'd love to hear what they say about me when they're alone. Err, at least I think I do. I would never violate their privacy for real of course.Chanah showed up at my bedroom in a very thin sleep gown, the.