.. the cop there didn’t want a beer either.“Where you been?” Karen said.I held up a paper sack.“Who are the dead guys in the drive?” I asked...So ... It took everybody to clue me in.I didn’t know about the rifle building class. She hadn’t asked and I didn’t care.I didn’t know about the night of the storm. I mean ... I knew about the storm ... and the looters. That made National News.I didn’t know it was Karen who did the shooting. The News didn’t mention her by name. They just talked about the. I was masturbating as usual, and my teenage step-daughter Karly walked in. She literally caught me in the act. Our ensuing conversation led me, shockingly, to allowing her to sit within reaching distance, and watch me masturbate. She saw the porn I was watching, witnessed the entire act, including the conclusion, with me reaching a massive climax and having a body shaking orgasm right in front of her. But the parting statement of, "That just made me wet; I gotta go to bed," shocked me into. My husband, your wife, and your wife's brother-in-law are in the hospital. They'll recover, so don't worry about them too much, but you need to get back here and help me clean up all the shit that went through the proverbial fan." What the hell are you talking about, Marge?" I demanded. "Why are so many people in the hospital? Was there an accident, or a bombing? What happened?" I only wish the reason were so mundane, Frank. I have to leave for the hospital, then visit my lawyer's, and finally. She sat imagining him listening. She waited for his response. When no message came and he went offline she moaned her frustration. “Okay, so that didn’t work, but that doesn’t mean I’m beaten yet.” She looked around the room for inspiration. A dirty grin spread across her face when her eyes came to rest on the vibrator. She’d bought it for him to use on her; that was if he had bothered to show up. “It’s a shame to let it go to waste. Maybe I’ll show the smug, self-centred, bastard, that I.