She opened the door to the living room and went in. He didn’t see her anymore.He sighed and went on with the dishes. He heard Willem’s voice, then...Ingrid’s. Then he heard music, and the shuffling of a dancing couple. The tingling in his loins was starting to smart.… And then his wristwatch gave a little beep. Midnight! So late already? What would Ingrid and Willem be doing? He quickly finished the dishes, put everything in the cupboard and hurriedly went to the living room. Would he get Ingrid. A recent article I read on the internet claims that more and more women are initiating divorces. The article contends that a lot of these women want divorces simply because they don't feel appreciated. They feel like they cook and clean and take care of the kids and no one commends them for it or rewards them for doing it.I have an idea. Instead of getting a divorce, those women should try getting a fucking job. Let your husband stay home and clean the house and cook dinner with the whole. Upon entering there's a lonely work bench in the middle of the floor , you go up to it placing your things on it . You hear me ... I give you simple instructions .... "Take off your clothes " you do so , willingly at that. You turn , seeing me approach out of the shadows wearing a black guinnee tee and black jeans, your naked feeling helpless , but your not scared you know it's ok , it's the rush of putting it in another'so will. With out saying a thing I take your hands and bind them in front. Stepping out of the vehicle, she then opened the back door to let her new guest out. The large dog excitedly jumped out and ran across the wide-open grassy lawn that was part of her home.Jillian smiled momentarily at the playfulness of such a large animal. It always amazed her that no matter their ages, dogs always acted like a puppy when led to an open field. Whistling sharply to get the dog's attention, she walked up to the front door and unlocked it. The dog raced up to her, sensing that she.