Again I tried carefully to ask about this, and got a reply something like, ‘I must keep in touch with other artists, darling. We meet to discuss our...work.’ I noted that any meetings and discussions that were taking place did not occur in our flat. The other unease was Carla’s paintings. She didn’t seem to sell any more than before we got married, if anything, she sold less, and her work seemed to be getting more obscure and grotesque. I suggested that I go with Carla to some of the discussions,. I told my husband that he has constructed such a beautiful building but has nothing in the house. I told we have constructed the house selling all our valuables. They believe me and told their day has been spoiled but one of them looking at me told no it is all right.There is a golden blossomed flower and we can use her throughout the night. It will be more than the temporary wealth. I got shocked but feel that this is my golden opportunity to be fucked by the four at a time that to throughout. " I said in a very low voice. I felt like I probably deserved this. It was the least I could do after all he had done for me. I knew how he much wanted to destroy me in that moment. He was destroyed on the inside after all. I knew it and it was my fault.I felt him pull his knife out and open it, he put it at my throat. "After you say 'Yes Sir' when I'm done with this statement, I don't want to hear another fucking word out of your mouth or you will never say another word again. Do you. "They do seem to have their fingers in everything, don't they?" Dad commented."We'll do something tonight," Sean told him, and he and I went to use one of the working computer terminals. It was easy to look up the addresses of the FBI's offices in the Washington area on the Government's computer, and even to get a map of their locations.That night the four of us transferred to downtown Washington and visited each of the FBI's facilities to lay wards around them. We activated all of the wards.