It wasn’t quite the same this time though. Jeff knew his wife, and when she said she had something to talk about it usually meant an argument. He ha...ed arguing with her. She was so strong willed and he never won when she was in full flow. He often thought half jokingly that as he hated arguing with her it might be better to accept her decision on everything, maybe even have her spank him just as she was spanking Ryan now. Sexually he was all for being spanked. He just didn’t have the nerve to. " It makes me pause, something sounds so familiar about the name of his sled. I stir the hot chocolate in the water until it makes a rich brown color. I take the cups over to the fire, seeing that Spencer has taken his jacket off and has pulled the chairs closer to the fire. My cheeks burn red when he smiles at me. His black sweater is just tight enough to reveal his fit body frame. I hand him his hot chocolate, feeling a shock when our fingers touch so briefly. "Merry Christmas, I'm sorry I. I broke out of my reverie and chuckled, "I guess we should be. It would be nice occasionally not to have to try and guess what the other person was thinking; no fussing and fretting about whether one was going to offend them or not; whether they did or didn't want this or that. Just say up front exactly what one was thinking and feeling. Yes, OK! I'll try then..." and I took a deep breath composing myself and pausing slightly before continuing."As you probably realise, I'm getting just a bit. “How can you not know when you fucked that bastard, or how many times? I’ll settle for a ball park figure.”“I never had sex with him that I can remember, but Detective Cook told me he had videos of me giving Tyler oral sex. He was even able identify my dolphin ring in the video. I must have been drugged or hypnotized because I have no recollection of any of it.”“Has it ever occurred to you that there could be more than one dolphin ring in existence?” I demanded. “Cook isn’t the sharpest tool in.