And had the uncertain pleasure of overhearing a conversation between two young mothers. From what I gathered, both were mothers of young boys, the mot...ers between the ages of thirty and thirty five and the boys aged ten. They had last met at a parenting seminar before the birth of their children, and had talked only occasionally since then. Both were also what I call ?Helicopter Parents? or ?Pageant Moms,? those beautiful young women who feel unfulfilled by their accomplishments and want to. Lots of admiring looks from the men and whispers from their wives.She enjoyed that, but we decided that we needed to find a way to take it up a notch. Driving home from work one day I say a sign about amateur night at the strip club and that gave me an idea. It was to have a guys-only party to watch football for some of my neighbors and coworkers. Jackie would just be there to serve drinks, etc. During halftime I would say that I was trying to get Jackie to go to amateur night but that she was. . and it excites me to death to show HER off... and to show everyone they can't have her... she is mine. All fucking MINE.I don't know what it is about elevators that brings out my devil side. It IS a private elevator... no one else is getting on, so it's not a "danger of being caught thing." I pressed Blue against the elevator wall, and while looking right into her eyes, undid her pants, zipper and all."My turn now, my sweet lover... and I am going to make you a VERY lucky woman."While I slid. I beseeched him return home with me, but he does not. He stays where he is most neurotic, and it drives me to bouts of personal dementia. Why, just the other eve my dreams were disturbed by voracious monsters of many sorts at my vitals because of him. They wanted me gone, completely out of the picture. Though I know I could take on any of these fiends of real life at the drop of a hat, still it pangs me to feel this way. Hmm. Am I going mad, in the truest sense of the word? Am I spiraling down.