Usually Michelle went home on the weekends, and I would just hang out with friends. So, the weekend that she was staying we made plans to go to a big ...lub.Once we got in the club, I bought her a couple of drinks, and had a couple myself (we both had fake IDs, as was customary in my college). Not having much experience drinking, I got pretty drunk after 2 long island ice teas, and Michelle had 3. I had a lot of fun dancing with her on the dance floor, but after a while she told me that she was. "This is our host sissy Mr. Mokambu," TK introduced the tall black man who had his fingers between my wife's bottom cheeks and from the look of ecstasy on her face in at least one of her holes. His other hand held a fine chain lead which was attached to a collar round my wife's neck; the collar also had a disc hanging on it with the number 7 on it.I curtseyed to Mr. Mokambu. Who continued to grope my wife looking at me smiling. He knew he was in total control. "I need to see an old friend" TK. ”It was with every fiber of my being that I didn’t reach across the table and punch Jeff’s lights out, with him talking about Jennie Lee’s mother like that.But, I did keep my emotions in check and the next night, at the Commissioners meeting I was very lucky that nothing too controversial was on the docket, so I did indeed vote with Jeff on everything.The next time Jennie Lee came over I sat her down.“About your Uncle Jeff; is he married?” I asked.“Y-yes, he’s married to my Uncle Sean’s ex-wife. ‘Neither good nor bad. Just … well … slightly surprising. From your writing, I expected you to be older. You seem to have a certain maturity. In print anyway.’ ‘I’m 25,’ I said. He raised his eyebrows, but then nodded. ‘At 25 I was just finishing university. Is that where you met Zara? At university?’ ‘At the opening of an art exhibition,’ I said. ‘I didn’t actually go to university.’ Again he raised his eyebrows. ‘Well, you learned to write somewhere.’ ‘I guess so,’ I said. About a week later,.