And Kyle just went along with it.Kyle was tempted to stop by the porn shop to get a magazine or two to uplift his spirits. His favorites were those D...mination mags with the strong, forceful men and women taking weakling men like him and bending them to their will. In his fantasies, Kyle would be the slave of one of those women (or maybe even one of the men), doting on her every word, and never have to worry about having to stand up to anyone again.But sometimes, in some of his fantasies, Kyle. I felt like being in a movie or astory. This couldn't happen to me. I mean what had I done thatI deserved this. Her icy voice cut into my thoughts."What is it? Speak up Greta!"Slowly I raised my head and I was surprised by my boldness."No, I can't do either one. I am your husband. Please, you can'tdo that to me."Andrea kind of started to smile as if to say: Finally he standsup! But then I saw how Mommy Adriana looked at me. She rose inslow motion, her face red with anger and I felt a cold. Take my word for it. You ain’t been there, and you don’t want to go, either. ◊◊◊◊◊ Let’s get down to the bare basics of the matter — right here, right now. If Liz’s dad was a pistol, her mom was a tiny thermonuclear warhead — with the countdown timer whizzing merrily away. Fritz Strohman had come back from dropping bombs all over Europe in 1945 and within a few years managed a Buick dealership for some of the local rich kids. He made a good name for himself, married the tempestuously wild and. “Kathleen, this is Stanley. I need to talk to Kyle. Oh, by the way, the closing has been completed.”“Great! Here’s Kyle.”Kathleen whispers, “Stanley,” when she hands Kyle the telephone.Kyle nods and says, “Yes, Stanley, what can I do for you.”“Kyle, we just completed the closing and I need you to meet me at CyberFun to open the safe. I’ve already instructed the manager on duty to close out all the registers and to prepare an inventory of all salable items. I’ll take the money from the safe, the.