We both had good jobs and would be self-supporting. We could divide all our assets fifty-fifty. She could support Beth and I would make sure her colle...e would be taken care of. I told her she could explain it to Beth since it was her fault and her problem. I would contact my lawyer and he could get back to her. I then left crying as I got in my car. I was in control on the outside, but my insides were torn up. I wanted to puke. Eighteen years of marriage down the drain, and for what? A stupid. I still could not believe how beautiful the girls had made me, with a hot body to match. I was desperately trying to figure out a mode of escape, no small task given it was three on one and two of them were armed.Then, I suddenly remembered my emergency plan. I had started keeping a tiny pistol in my luggage in case of disaster. If I could get to my bag on the other side of the bed, I might have a chance.Sam came over to me holding two familiar keys in her hand."Remember these?" she asked as. He asked me one simple question. Would I be willing to fight in a ring? ‘Sir, hell yes…uh, sir!’ I answered. I spent the next several years, becoming a sorta legend in the service. Oh, I lost a few fights but not many. What finally changed me happened in the ring. I killed a man. It was in a bout in the Philippines. He took a hard blow to the head and his brain hemorrhaged. He was dead before he hit the canvas. I don’t know why but seeing him laying there, his eyes open but no longer seeing. "That Frank is a good looking guy ... Joey's not bad either." Yes, they're both nice looking ... Frank's a bit shy but in a nice way."Mark sat quietly for a while longer and I could sense the sweat on his brow even if I couldn't see it. I was getting uncomfortable as well, I knew Mark was trying to find a way to get to the point but obviously hadn't thought this part out too well."Look, Mark, I'll make this easier for you. I figured out what this is all about. You want me to fuck those two men.