That should have been our conversation over with for now, but his need to demean me causes him to carry on, his conviction of his own superiority feed...ng a bestial need to rub my nose in the fact that he was going to meet my Wife for sex tonight. A step on his path to shame me and ultimately destroy any self-respect or idea I may have of remaining a man. “So tonight’s the night har har ... Y’know, I never realised how aptly named you are, not only Cook, har har but Isaiah, or should that be Isa. Come up to the house, have a coffee and we can talk details. Tomorrow at nine?”After agreeing and consolidating the whereabouts of ‘the house’ which I knew plus the coded tradesmen’s entrance she rang off a little abruptly. I didn’t need payment knowing I would be entertained royally, if you get my drift and two hours out of my day, one a month? ... well!She certainly had a nice pad. Huge Victorian place, swish auto gates opened and I drove the gravel drive to park. She was waiting at the top. Like that.” “OK, then, a vote on Mike’s idea?” I thought it was a great idea, and said so. Everyone agreed, including Marybeth. Mike offered to redraw to cards, but no one bothered. “So Mike’s proposal passes, and the rest of mine pass.” She turned to us. “You guys have an idea?” I didn’t yet, but Sue spoke up.“Yeah, a few,” she leaned forward into the table, rested her arms on it. “First, I propose we change from four consecutive nights to two nights, a break, and the next two.” She looked at. "Devon laughed when he found out Gregory set him up for this. The card he received in the mail had been unsigned; it only had the association's logo on it."Tell me, do you have any questions so far?" Only a thousand." He laughed."That's not surprising, it can sound pretty complicated but really, the concept is quite simple. "Devon sat on the large maroon wingback chair next to his dinner guest."The association is made up of two groups; slaves and Masters. Of course different people use.