He reasoned that if anything was going to happen it would be by then. That would be the time to strike. As he sat his mind created one scenario after ...nother of his beautiful wife screwing the doctor for whom she worked (he had met Grafton once while picking up Bonnie from work). Screwing behind my back, eh? We'll see about that! Oh, yeah, we'll see about that! he thought as he squirmed, wishing the time would pass more quickly.Bonnie was already down to her bra, thong and stockings."How about. "Will you monitor me?" she asked, desperate and hopeful, gazing up into her husband's kind, brown eyes. She knew her husband disapproved of the Femmes' usage of The Maze, but there was no one else she could ask at this hour, and she needed...Jake sighed, understanding her question. He frowned down at her, thinking. He decided what to do. Tabatha could feel that it didn't involve going to the maze."Gramps gave me something that he got for Grams a long time ago," Jake told her. "He doesn't use it. “That is flattering… I just don’t really know what to say. I had an idea when you said you were looking for me but… to hear it. It feels…” Marjorie chuckled again and looked upward into the Undertakers eyes, it took a lot to be able to look into the eyes of a legend. “What did you want, Mr. Calaway?”“Mark, please.” That wasn’t too business like…“Mark. Oh, my name is Marjorie, not ‘kiddo’” She was friendly, even as she did the quotations with her fingers. “You got some natural raw talent. You. She was definitely turned on. She liked the idea of being used, abused and left."Eventually. You're young and you have great tits. It'll take a year or two to ruin them. And they will be ruined… eventually. And when that happens, you'll leave. I don't care where you go or what you do, but I won't want anything more to do with you."She shuddered a little and closed her eyes. He knew she'd do it anyway, they always did. At last she opened her eyes and mounted the little podium in the centre of.