“That’s cool,” Angela said. “He fucks me every once in a while. He’s actually pretty good.”“What?” I couldn’t believe what I was hea...ing. “Why didn’t you ever say something? And here I thought we were, you know, kind of in a monogamous ... Oh shit, never mind. So you’ll help me?”Angela shrugged as if it were no big deal. “Sure. I can set it up for you. How’s Friday night sound?”It was now Wednesday morning. Tonight would have sounded better, but beggars can’t be choosers. “Friday sounds good,”. I was at a loss at how to proceed,and I looked back at Mrs. Farley for some kind of guidance.?I?ll let you have a free hand,?said Mrs. Farley. ?You may give him as many lashes as you see fit.? Seeing my embarrassed awkwardness, she added, ?You can lash him ashard as you like, anywhere you like, and you may judge for yourself when he?shad enough. You are, after all, a nurse.? As a nurse, my job was usually torelieve pain, not inflict it, and I found the prospect of what I was about todo daunting. It was also a pleasure to see their excitement. Their cocks were hard again and they wanted her. Both tried to persuade her to stay longer but this time she was adamant. Reluctantly, they helped her dry and then dress. She stood for a few moments and looked at her reflection in the mirror while Jerome fastened her suspenders to her stockings and Karl fastened her Basque. She smiled. She knew that she would remember this moment for the rest of her life. Before she left with Karl she gave Jerome. That guy is the biggest liar outside of Washington, D.C.’ said Muscone. ‘Even if you get him, you can’t trust a damn thing he says.’ ‘Vee hav vays too make him speek der trooth.’ I said in my best imitation of a wartime German accent. ‘I vill conveence heem too tawk.’ ‘Just don’t leave a mark.’ Muscone said. ‘That punk Ikea is starting to make waves that even I’m hearing about: he’s gunning for you, and telling people to look for blue paint chips on perps that get beat up. I am not shitting you.