He’d had lots of friends over, and the party had become an orgy of beer, overturned flower pots, broken bottles, and spilt glasses of overproof rum....dam tried to clear his head. The mob of the night before had been replaced by complete solitude; his stepmother was out in Calgary, and he was king of his own castle, at least until her expected return, which was at 3:00 pm. Adam looked at the clock and saw 2:45. This was rather inauspicious, as hours would be needed to clean up, and his stepmother. Was he showing off for George? “You want me to stop?” he said. “No.” Of course he stopped. Left me hanging half minute. I thought of Vad the Impaler. “Want some more?” “Yes.” “Say please bitch!” he ordered. He slapped my ass and giggled. George laughed. I was too far gone to care about humiliation. I was very close to coming. My scrotum was squeezing my balls. The skin of my cock was so tight I knew if I touched it would explode. But he had me so far over the wall I couldn’t reach it. . My job was relatively well paid and it kept us in good financial order. All that said my relationship with Angie was a different kettle of fish altogether. Since our daughter was born and especially in the last two years, Angie had lost her sense of fun, fashion and sex. Whether it was ultimately due with carrying and giving birth to Lucy, I'll never know.In reality, I thought I'd lost the woman I'd married. Angie had forgone her sense of fashion from a fun loving attitude that gave her an eye. The report accused the oil companies of falsifying drill reports and understating the Third World Country’s oil reserves and selling to them oil from their own reserves at inflated prices. The report concluded that the US government was, through the companies and its condoning of such practises, denying those countries the money that they so desperately needed to buy foods and medicines. The report stopped short of accusing the US Government of actual interference in the government of these.