That's what happened with Brandy, anyway.Brandy's my wife. When I met her and she agreed to go out with me, I thought I was the luckiest guy on the pl...net. If you look up "blond bombshell" in the dictionary, her picture should go there. They probably reference her in the entry for "brick shithouse" too. Anyway, the way I met her was like this:I was just walking by Grabof's, which is a kind of combination corner store, gas station, and newspaper stand. They sell Greyhound tickets there too, so. The first hurdle for most women is "if I fuck someone else, what will happen to my marriage?" So take the focus off of "fucking other men" and put it on "enhancing the marriage." Remember, women think in terms of relationships and men think in terms of sex. Men are so stupid in how they approach their wives. You’re going to have to talk about re-defining the marriage and how it’s going to work as a cuckold marriage. Believe me, your marriage will change, wannabe cuckold, once your wife gets. "I suppose it could be viewed that way," said Bob. "Sir," he added belatedly."A city councilman's wife tried to shoot you," said the commissioner. "She's coming up for trial pretty soon, by the way. I checked."Bob wondered what was going on. Were they just playing with him?"Yes, sir," he said, his voice neutral."The last woman you arrested for a serious crime ... the woman you're seeing ... got off scot free," said the commissioner."Yes, sir," said Bob."You arrested her for murder, and now. The man's brown hair was still unruly and he always needed a shave, but he was looking extra fine and right at home on the streets of Papeete. I thought he looked like a mercenary, sorta."You mean, sometimes I'm not?" I teased him. "I hope you got money, cause I don't even have pockets." He means to say it is nice to see you smile," Eva answered for her half-brother, accepting a vanilla cone with a smile for the Polynesian woman.Eva looked pretty fine as well, wearing a pair of white Capri.