But some of these guys are not going to take anythingless than 100 cents and interest. One in particular, would be happy toreceive your bleeding corp...e, plus whatever money they can get." I want to do the right thing. I just don't have enough. Two milliondoesn't go far. If I can't buy my way out of this, I will take the moneyand hide." Gil meant it. Except that he did not even have the twomillion. He had enough to get away but not to stay away."On the bright side, I am 100% sure that I. No, she'dspend hours dreaming up excuses for why behave as you do. Sure, you'llhave told her that you shave your legs because you ride a pushbike, andshe'll have believed you. But there'll have been lots of little thingsthat don't sit right with her. Things that have been slowly gnawing ather confidence, leaving her to doubt that she's married to a real man.I'll bet my house you haven't had the guts, to be honest with her."Her words battered my ears. I needed to buy some time. If I could. “Yours is the only cock I want tonight.”“It's all yours.”“How about I go down on you now. Later tonight, you come over to my place and return the favor and we see what else happens.”I didn't wait for an answer. I slid down to my knees in front of him, kneeling so that his belt was right in front of my face. The hard cement floor didn't feel good against my knees, but I thought of Cindy on her knees in the same room 24 hours earlier. I imagined what would happen if Neil walked in.I undid his. They were swingers. But more than that, they were pretty into ... um ... have you heard of BDSM?" I nodded."My dad was a submissive. My mom was, it's called a switch? Sometimes dominant, sometimes submissive. They were pretty open about it, very 'anything goes'. When mom wanted to be dominated they had some 'special friends' who used to come over and do that for her. Or for her and dad. They liked all the cliché stuff - leather, bondage, whips, you name it. We had some of all that in the.