Not even bothering to look at it, I closed the window. But then it popped up again, and I closed it. A few seconds later it reared its ugly head again... and I closed it yet again. It came up again--probably due to the poor quality of the website--and I closed it again. I was beginning to tire of this stupid game, so I placed the window behind the website so I wouldn't see it. After about fifteen or so minutes, not inspired by what I saw (and thoroughly disgusted by one story in particular), I. “Sure Mil,” Connie replied, “why not, I’ll meet you by the elevators in five minutes.” When they hit the lobby Millie asked where Connie wanted to go for lunch. Connie thought about it for a second and replied, “Ya know Mil, I’m feeling a little blue this morning, so what I’d really like to do is go for a quick shave if that’s allright with you!?!” Millie laughed and answered quickly, “Fine by me, let’s go!” The two women entered the salon and went directly to the hostess who was busy taking. It had to be Tim; I could think of no one else that could have the kind of hold over Shelly that Tim could command. She once told me that she didn't know how or why, but he always knew how to get to her. She was never as happy as when his parents told her that he had moved to the West Coast after college. Who else would she cheat on me with? No one, I thought, but then I never thought that she would cheat on me. How naive of me.Once I had decided that, I needed to know more, I called my good. She was less than presentable at the moment, and stank to high heaven. Back home, it took two bathtubs to get her clean; the first bathtub’s water was so black it was difficult to see her, or see what good the water was doing any more. The second bathtub was no more than ordinarily dirty once she was done. I used imported shampoo (in an earthenware pot - I was careful not to import plastics, and my imported toilet paper was biodegradable,I didn’t want to risk fucking up my own future, any.