I was groggy, but clear headed enough to know something was wrong. Major or Minor, I didn’t have any idea.“Hold on I’m coming,” I staggered to...the door in my underwear.“And I thought you wore Spiderman Jammies,” Lucy was laughing at me.“Alright two, what’s going on?” I asked closing the door.“It appears that the whole fucking world wants to kill the Boogieman,” she replied. “The general’s lawyer said the world wide mafia wants his head on a pike over the drawbridge.”“Huh? I asked.“The mafia has. . I could forgive you anything for making such wonderful love!"The loving I'd intended for your daughter! Don thought ruefully, guilt returning to his badly bruised psyche.It seemed like forever to Don, waiting until it was late enough for Laura to go to bed. But finally after watching a TV special, she began to yawn and started off toward the bedroom. He watched her go, and told her he'd be in after he took a drive around the block. She smiled and nodded, no longer questioning him, and closed. But I tried to stall. "Um, Nell, I think perhaps I may have given you the wrong impression..." Wrong impression, hell!" she retorted angrily. "What impression do you expect me to get from this?" And with that she planted her hand firmly on my crotch, squeezing and releasing my balls. "And don't try to pull that faithful husband crap on me, I know the kinds of things you do in here when the door is closed." I suddenly thought about my network mail and the pictures I had been downloading, and a. I know it all too well." I say shaking my head. "No being horny as hell tops it off and then stuck in this mess." he said. My ears perked up hearing that completely unexpected statement. I didnt know if I should make my move on him or wonder if this dude was up to something...He reclined back in his seat and kinda stared up to the roof and sighing. It was like this guy was really inviting me to do something or say something to him. Questions started churning in my head but when I finally fished.