There were all sorts of movie plots, but Frank focused more on the ones that had several men with one woman, with her sucking and fucking all of them....I was watching with the men, and we were all getting pretty excited, and everyone was openly rubbing their cocks in their sweat pants. At one point I noticed that the door to the bedroom was cracked a little bit, and I could see the reflection of the light in Eva’s eyes as she watched the movie. This particular one showed three men, one being. He uttered a generous number of “Oh God’s” and ”Oh yeah’s” with an occasional “fuck me”. At one point he gasped out “No wonder Carol loves this.” After that I heard a female voice behind me say “Damn right”. I turned my head and saw Carol walking around the foot of the bed with a big smile on her face. She gave me a playful slap on my butt and said, “Keep fucking and stroking, stud. Make him sore.”She made her way to the opposite side of the bed and stood in front of Bob while I fucked his ass.. Got a picture of the man. Showed it to Peter. Peter knew him. His name is David Silverman. Knows his stuff, Peter says." Shit," I said."Yeah," Greg said. "You know, don't you, boss, that you can't go to New York for this jamboree?"I suddenly realized that Greg was much better at tossing euphemisms around than I.I nodded. "For the same reason I couldn't go with you to Houston. You can't protect me and handle Garfield at the same time." Yep. That, and you might need an alibi. Me, too. I won't be. He had time and I did not and he used it to take my wife and my daughter away from me, how was that different? But of course, what I am doing is beyond disgust and what he did was the thing sainthood is made for. You say you and your mom depended on him and I took that away from you and you hate me for it, I depended on my wife at a time when my father had died and more than 1200 employees were looking at me and he took her away from me, why don't you hate your Pop for it?"Teresa looked.