..” It was Oliver’s turn to cut his wife’s protests short. “No, Irene, you don’t know. I’m the only man you’ve ever been with and you d...n’t know what you’re missing. Please, my darling, let me for once make this arrangement. Just once, that’s all I ask.” The bedroom fell silent for a few minutes, Irene debating and Oliver waiting. “Just once?” she finally queried, her voice soft, almost tremulous. “Yes, one time,” he said eagerly. “I want you to see, to find out, just what you’re missing.. We had some lumber scraps and the door, which we slipped under the box. Her and I covered it with the plastic tarp. Then we laid the tile in a black and white checkerboard pattern. When we finished the place really looked like a house. Not a finished one, but it looked more like a house than a storage container.I drove to my apartment and waited to see if The Brit would be home in time for dinner. When he didn't show, I made a pot pie in the microwave. I emailed him, but he didn't answer. I was. He told me she was wearing her new long silk party dress and he had treated her, as it was her birthday, to new matching underwear set of silk pants and slip as well as a nice suspenders belt and stockings. Whilst he went on to describe how he managed to help her inside and undress her as she had gone a little faint, I was running pictures in my mind of what her wet clinging clothes now looked like all covered in her lovely pee. I was wishing that it was me with this to clean up!!! gGod how I. I almost offered to get her a salad from the cafeteria, but I didn’t think that was the right thing to do. Alicia took a deep breath and said, ‘I am going to eat this and digest it and be okay.’ ‘Of course you are,’ I said casually. ‘That’s my new mantra, what Margaret wants me to say.’ ‘Margaret’s a fucking genius,’ I said, laughing because I didn’t really think it was a very profound mantra, but knew Alicia probably needed it. Alicia ate about eighty percent of the food on her tray but.