I pulled up "history" and found that Steve had four story sites that he visited regularly. Was that it? Was Steve cheating for the thrill and exciteme...t of it? I shut the computer down and went to take a shower.I was washing my hair when the idea came to me. I rolled it around in my mind and by the time I was toweling off I knew just how I was going to get back at Steve. The first thing I would have to do was get back into the loving wife mode. Get back to not saying no when Steve wanted to. ..He'd dreamed about being a woman desperate for cock. Of jacking off untilhe came, then eating it.Man what a bunch of fucking nightmares!He stood, shaking his head. He'd finished off the six pack last night, buthe didn't have a hangover. That was a switch. He walked into the bathroom,starting the tub running. His underwear felt funny. The shorts were kindof loose, and the wife beater seemed to hang a little farther than normal.He shrugged. Probably lost some weight. He hadn't been eating that. I felt his hand go around my thin waist to support me, then I was sitting in the back seat. I had drunk my first wine today, my sixteenth birthday, but it was the pill uncle had given me that made my head light and spin.The street lights had a mesmerizing effect on me as they sped past, and I lent forward and put my face onto my hands, resting on my knees.The car interior was dark and I could hear the radio and mum and dad chattering away as the music played, but more than that, uncles hand was. I'm gonna find a bar and try to get lucky." Instead of doing that come over to the club." Come on Uncle Deacon, The VFW is for old guys." Come on, you are entitled to join now." So this is a recruiting campaign?" Not really, we can have a steak and a couple of beers. Then if you are bored, take off for a hippy joint." I guess if you don't know any better, a college bar looks like a hippy joint. Okay Deacon I will show up for a steak and a beer. That is one beer."Eight P.M. found me at the frame.