I turned my head, listening. The voices were sporadic and light. Almost like children playing. I could hear the water of the pool churning. Slowly, I ...xtended my head to the edge of the curtain, trying to see my targets while exposing as little of myself as possible. I grabbed the curtain and held it close to my face, letting my left eye slowly slide past the edge. As my view slid left to right, I could see the back yard, the patio and finally the pool. In it, were three heads bobbing up and. Back home, I stripped down my socks and checked in on-line. After chatting with some buddies on the sites I frequent and looking at some porn, realized I was more or less de-fused and ready for a nap. It was 11:00 a.m. or so, and I snoozed until 2 in the afternoon with Squire curled up on the floor beside our bed.When I got up, I called the best fucking pizza joint down in Glen Park to make a reservation for 7 p.m., then horsed around until John came home. He’s usually at work by 6 a.m. for. The promotion is mine already. That's why I was away for the first two days. Do you know how I got that promotion?" he asked, squinting at me and looking, expecting me to know the answer. I simply shook my head. I wanted to hear him say it."Your numbers got me there. You accounted for 50% of my entire eleven man team... all of your peers combined do what you do! That's phenominal!" Is that why you're banging my wife now?" I shot back. He could flatter me all he wanted, but I wanted to. “I wasn’t. I’m still not.” “I would have loved to have seen that. But what about the peeing?” This was the one point that had torn my self-image into smithereens. Would Anne understand? It took more than a minute until I could find the courage to answer. “A part of me hated it. But the other part loved it. Do you - do you think I’m sick?” My fingers started to tremble when she didn’t reply immediately. “Oh Bunnie,” she sighed, “perhaps you are a little deviant in some way, but would that be a.