I hurried home so I could still enjoy some of the party.I was walking down the side of the house to the gate that led into the backyard and as I moved...along the path I heard Mary's voice say:"Not here Phil. I've got a house full of guests."It came from the window of my home office and I went to it and looked in. The blinds were closed, but there was a gap between the bottom piece and the window sill and looking through the gap I saw Mary standing there with Phil Evans and Marty Foster. They had. I never wanted a bunch of notches on my belt or bedpost or whatever form the scoring took. Not to say this was easy, hell I am human and I have urges, but without the connections, the urges were not directed at a person only a dream. So I guess you could say you are my dream girl. But even with that I can't marry you, what I can say is I will never be with anyone but you. So I guess by that logic I will never be with anyone. Planning before our vows are even spoken to have a get out of jail. There was a note in the boxwhich said:Dear Jeff,I hope you like the new clothes that I sent you, I would like to seeyou in them on your first day of work because we might be going out ofthe warehouse to daycare various and sundry errands. I want you lookingpresentable if we do so. Please notice that there's $1000 cash in theleft pocket of the pants. That is your first week's salary, please beon time as we have a busy day today. . The...uh..." Oh, no, baby, your cum has a taste, and it's thick and gooey and so fucking hot, all men's cum is," I said, adding, "from what I understand..."He looked at me uncertainly, and said "OK...if you say so...will I be..you know, grossed out?" Probably, but tough shit, you're eating your cum, Tim, end of story," I snarled as I hung up with "Now, be home on time. Dinner and wine will be ready. And so will I."PART THREE: The ExecutionI made a simple dinner of spaghetti and garlic bread,.