" Then all that's left is to get the blood tests done and get the license."Two weeks later we were married in a civil ceremony and four months later I...left a pregnant Marsha and went off to Fort Knox.Before I left — it was the human nature thing again — I asked a couple of my buddies to keep an eye on Marsha for me. Bert Ellsworth, Ronnie DuPree and Richie Moore had been my buds since third grade and I trusted them. They knew Marsha's history and they knew that I knew it."If she fucks around on. Then just when I can’t take any more, he starts pushing.“Wait!”He’s wound up like a coiled spring. I can see it takes all he has not to uncoil into me. He doesn’t have to say anything for me to know what he’s thinking. He’s afraid I’m chickening out.“Can you set the camera on auto?” I ask.With a whoosh of exhaled breath, he deflates. But he chuckling as he gets off me.“The camera has video mode,” he said. I can feel my pussy flood. I moan like a whore, thinking about fucking on camera.Setting. Again, he was drinking and boasting about his prowess with the women, but only when there were no women present. I hadn’t changed my opinion of him, and since Sylvia reported directly to him, it wasn’t a good idea to offer it to her. Now, I wondered why I hadn’t. I also wondered how long it had been going on. It gave me some ammunition for my meeting with Sylvia however. It also resolved my indecision about our future. I was going to go through with the divorce, and it would be on my terms. It. I slap her hard across the face and grab her forcefully by the cheeks. I take my gun and put it right between her eyes "listen, if you don't listen your going to end up splattered across the parking lot, little pink bits of brain matter all that's left of you." She grasps the gravity of the situation and proceeds to control herself. Still teary eyed, but quiet, I push her to the side and open the door, I look around, it's as quiet as it was when I snuck in. We got down to the car quickly and.