Judy is sitting there as well. When asked she says she’s OK but tired. She has a huge grin. I look at Sarai and nod at Judy’s grin.Sarai says, “...edical advice is the grin should wear off by this time next year. No physical harm noticeable. Subject has an addiction to the dick of the culprit that fucked her brains into next year.”I stand up, walk around to Judy and kiss her. She returns it with promise, and pats my hand promising I’ll pay for last night, if she ever gets over feeling so. We don’t really send out Tom Selleck with a zoom lens anymore.”It was the first time in a week Barbara had laughed. “Is the news good or bad?”Angela continued. “I would say it’s ... interesting. On the positive side, your husband is not blowing through the cash. He’s still making regular payroll deposits in the checking and savings accounts and no withdrawals...”“Jerry doesn’t have a checkbook,” commented Barbara.”Angela nodded and moved on. “ ... and he hasn’t touched any of the brokerage. I suppose the humiliation of doing it in front of the whole party is enough, but I think you should still be punished. You see, my Boyfriend was the quarterback in high school and he always had a thing for the cheerleaders. I've never worn this outfit for him before, so as soon as he came home he told me he had to fuck me."So, I figured you would just love to listen to what a real man sounds like when he's fucking me, especially since that tiny metal cage is keeping you from having any pleasure. Look,’ he caught her before she got to the door. ‘There’s something wrong with me. I’m sorry. Just stay with me.’ ‘Hey, man,’ a voice said in the crowd. A man walked over and asked Jo, ‘He bothering you?’ ‘Uh, no. He’s okay.’ She frowned that beautiful frown up at Daniel. ‘Stay with me, please,’ he tried to bring her back toward him by her hand. She didn’t return his grip, but he saw something in her eyes. ‘Can we go somewhere and talk?’ Her face showed she wouldn’t go willingly. He crouched.