"I think you should see the doctor about it!" About what?" she knew I was about to come out with some facetious remark or other, her face was curious ...ut her eyes were laughing!"About your nymphomania!"Taking the flat end of the cleaner off and dropping it to the floor, she ran the long flexible pipe up between her legs and smiled at me."I don't know, "oh fuck that feels good!" what you mean!" she giggled, "Oh yes baby" she drew the pipe out from between her legs and kissed the end. Finally we reached his town house, which had a private parking area he shared with another town house. He ordered me out of the car. I balked, but he told me it was ok, his neighbors were out of town. He came around the car holding two long pieces of rope. First he tied my wrists together behind my back. Next he turned me around and pulled my balls down tightly through the mesh of the jock. He wrapped the other rope several times around my scrotum, tightly separating my balls from the. He'd be twenty-seven years old now, she thought, five years younger than my thirty-two. Naw, couldn't be. She checked out a few other David Stanleys around the country, but they didn't appear to be philanthropists either.With a sigh, she strolled to the kitchen, plucked a frozen dinner from the freezer, and popped it in the microwave."I hate my job. I hate this town," she said softly. "And I'll hate my dinner."Would David Stanley, the anonymous philanthropist, change her life for the. Fred couldn't help but smirk.The alcohol flowed freely at the tailgate. Fred knew he had to drive home later so he stopped drinking but Katie continued to consume alcohol. Steve ultimately passed out in a chair as most of the tailgate went into Memorial Stadium.The happy couple cuddled together in the brisk evening air as Katie kept refilling her soda with Jack Daniels that she had snuck in. He couldn't help but be amazed at his wife. It sometimes was boring at home but since everything.