And I had been workin' on it: writin' down what I knew.Hi, Stacy, honey.You got a lot of questions and it's gonna take some telling to fill you in on ...verything.I hope you're sittin' down, kiddo.Short version: your Mom don't live with me no more.Tad longer version: she don't live with me no more because she says that I'm the worst fucking miserable excuse for a husband in the world and she found someone else better to fuck.Yep, you read that right, sweetie.I'll give you her new email addy at. This was the largest thing she’d ever successfully ’ported.‘Before I let him know my cell door won’t lock anymore,’ Béla thought, ‘I’d better find out where Jeff is.’“Is he all right?” Béla asked. “Geoffrey, I mean.”“He’ll recover,” the captain said, “Having one’s mind stripped isn’t comfortable, of course.” Béla looked at the small man with absolutely no expression on her face. Mentally, she added him to her ‘kill at first opportunity’ list. He was the second one down on that list, superceded. Of course the negligées were soon cast aside and full nudity was the reward.So for the rest of our vacation in Maine I got to stare at my wife’s sisters and then make love to my wife. The other guys looked at my wife and then made love to their own wives too. It was almost a competition to see who could do it the most. Ella assured them that it was quality that made the sex great not the quantity. Gina and Lily agreed. However I think that I still made love to my wife more often than they did. I've been known to tease, but that would be cruel beyond redemption." I didn't think you capable, Ben." I had no idea Natalie had a new client ... or, what sort of project." She's been in there a long time," Molly remarked."I would hope that's a good sign."Brittney stepped from the study. "Good news?" Molly asked.She nodded. "Natalie sent the scans to Bree Winwood. I was just on a three-way call with both of them. Bree told me she doesn't know how many artists she's auditioned for the books,.