For the first time, Mandy had been gone all night. Now, with breakfast time approaching, she still hadn’t returned. My jealousy turned first to irri...ation, then to anger, then to concern.Where the Hell was she?Images of my lovely wife and that overweight slob of a man in bed together all night tortured my mind. The video of him fucking then sodomising her across the desk in Andy’s office and the incredible orgasms that this brutal handling had induced in her were burned on my memory. It's not him you're pissed off at, it's her. “She'll be here, she's just running a little late.” He smiles and nods, then disappears.It's a beautiful restaurant, right off the beach, and with a great view of the sunset on the ocean through the floor-to-ceiling windows along the west wall of the dining room. White linen tablecloths, crystal glasses, all very expensive. The food's decent but not nearly as good as a dozen cheaper restaurants you could name. But you're here because it's her. Outside a seedy bar, the Bruised Rooster.As I crossed from Missouri into Kansas, then Oklahoma into Texas, I wondered if the Mann Act were still on the books. And I wondered if it included young boys.Well, it didn’t matter, not really. What I had planned was so illegal on so many levels, what’s one more charge? My stratagem, brilliant in its conception, audacious in its simplicity, had about 1296 Things That Could Go Wrong.I went over it, again, with Kim. “Okay, he’ll pick you up or not. Don’t. Er gräbt den Garten um, obwohl er das nicht gern macht. Er repariert das was zu reparieren ist, und er besteigt mich, hin und wieder, was wirklich selten geschieht es. Früher dachte ich, dass es so sein muss. Dann kam die Phase in der ich nur noch „wieder mal überstanden“ flüstern wollte, wenn er fürsorglich wie er ist, zweimal im Jahr (Ordnung muss sein) daran dachte, dass ich denken würde, dass ich es brauche, um meine seelischen Verspannungen zu lösen. Ich bin darüber nicht unglücklich. Ich.