"The man leveled his shotgun at me."You kill him?" he asked with unblinking eyes.I shook my head. "He missed a step, cracked his head and died. Did he...drink?" None a'your business," the son said, the gun unwavering."Just thought I'd tell you," I said, sticking my toe in the stirrup."Wait," he said, "I'll ride back with you." I waited and we rode back, him behind me, shotgun in his lap, without any more words.He looked down at his dead father when I rolled back the canvas, lifted his head, saw. This latest affair with Claire...Oh!" It's all right Lucy," I grinned at her gasp of horror at letting it slip that my wife was having an affair with her husband, "I had an idea of what was happening anyway, in fact just last night I set a detective agency on them, once I have the proof I'm divorcing Claire." If you get the proof," Lucy declared, "I'll divorce Gordon too. God how could I have been so stupid for all this time." Because you always see the best in people," I grinned, "I haven't. I went to the restaurant and I saw him there, sitting on one of the tables, alone.“Don’t think it, don’t think it, just do it.” I didn’t think, I didn’t think and I did it. I walked, crossed the entrance, and got to his table.“Hey,” that was everything I was able to say. Idiot, I kicked myself mentally.There was no answer, for a second I was afraid he might not understand my language but, after lowering his glass, he answered. “Hey.”His accent was heavy, raw. In his eyes, there wasn’t much. ” Poor mrs. Lucy harper was confused and desperate.“here’s the deal. You will drive to the park now and pick me up. I’ll give you today’s dose. Then you will pay for it. Tomorrow i’ll give you more and you can start paying off brian’s loan.” John took charge of the conversation and followed with detailed instructions. “you will wear black lace stockings, your highest heeled red shoes. No panties. No bra. I want your big tits to bounce. Wear a short skirt, not one of your knee length ones. This.