What were you doing? Are you okay? Anything hurt?”“Just my illusions and possibly my dignity. Not that I have much of that left at the moment, ...ignity that is.”“What's with the freaky dancing and stuff, mom? Were you drinking again, or smoking dope?”“I wish. No I was just pretending to be . .” she sighed. “When I was a young girl, I had a dream of being a star. A dancer, not a ballerina, but a show girl, like in Vegas. I would sometimes pretend in my room that I was on stage. Did you. By the time the blindfold was taken from her eyes, she foundherself in someone?s bedroom. There were posters of naked women. Then thebedroom door opened and Harry came in. He was short and fat, with red hair andfreckles. Voodoo said, ?You?. Voodoo was shocked that the very person she hadrejected was now getting her services. Harry then yelled at her, ?I paid for you. I paid for yourservices, for tonight. I was even told that if you refused me, I could complainto your amager and that means,you. Frank was once again lashing out. It seemed like it was forever this time, but it finally faded. When I was able to move, I looked at Frank's body. He had breathed his last breath.With Frank's death came freedom. Nearly all of Frank's hold on me seemed to die with his body. While he was dying, I had three days to plan for this eventuality, hardly daring to hope that I might become free of his grasp. As soon as the asshole passed away, I went to the telephone and called 9-1-1 emergency. I made. . but.... There has been a fantasy bubbling around inside my brain. I think that deep in the head of all men is the desire to see their wife with another man. I call this our "porno brain". I have one of thosePlayfully I have talked to my wife about this and it has always been met with "absolutely not!". I drop it there. I do have admit... I get hard thinking about another man sliding in and out of her pussy. Seeing her in satin panties. Tasting her like I have done so many times. Then came a.