"You weren't mad?" I was surprised. But my major reaction was a hard on that I could hammer nails with. We've talked about doing something like this. ...his was maybe a bit more ambitious than we planned. But I can't deny that it turned me on."It's obviously turning you on. I'm willing to go along with things until one of us decides that we can't take it anymore, or until it starts having an effect on our marriage."I think it must be pretty obvious that watching you getting fucked by strange men. In the sink was make-up, a cosmetic bag, carelessly tossed over the mess. One of the bottles was broken and had leaked over the rest of the containers, leaving a sticky mess. He didn’t touch it, hoping that maybe the lab might be able to pull finger prints from the mess. He opened the drawer under the sink, toilet cleaner, a bowl brush. Three rolls out of a four roll package of toilet paper. A mark where the sink had leaked at one time. He closed the cabinet door. He took a last look at the. "Still, for this audience, it seems this outfit of mine issimply inappropriate." Without breaking eye contact with the audience,Fiore stepped backwards against the wardrobe door.The door spun, taking the man with it. One revolution, the man wasstill there. Two revolutions, he was gone.In his place was a dynamite gal, a ten, a woman who men would beg forthe chance to light a cigarette for. She was dressed near identicallyto the man, save for her risque fishnet stockings where the man had. "No!" I heard once again. This time it was quite louder and obviouslyright outside of the room. When Emily pushed the door open, there was animmediate change in Ethan's stance. He went from trying to pull awayfrom Emily to standing up straight and trying to look normal.He was nervous. Very nervous. I'd never seen him look as anxious as hedid standing there in the doorway."Sarah!" Emily practically yelled as she continued to pull him into theroom. "Sorry to bug you again, but Ethan, the guy I.