I scouted the apartment. It was a duplex and had two floors. That usually meant two baths, hmmmm. It was better yet, two and a half baths. One upstair... in the master bedroom.I'm on the second floor scoping it out and step into the bathroom. Perfect! I pull a pen and paper from my purse and wrote a short note. Then making my way downstairs I started looking for him. He's still with Elaine. I bide my time until they separate. She's gotta go to the powder room. I take my chance and walk over to. My wife was still in her bikini and I had watched her teasing him for about an hour now. As he walked to the door my wife got up and followed him. Before he got to the door she grabbed him by the back of his jeans and asked him where he was going so soon. As he turned around she slid two fingers into the waist of his pants and pulled him close. She looked up at him smiling as she ran her left hand up his shirt and over his chest. Dont go yet, she said smiling at him. She lifted his shirt off. .YOU FEEL EVERYTHING- "You're probably going to feel a sharp pain and a some burning, but then you should not feel any pain from here on" -- Now, it's not that he was lying, but it's really not that simple. Needles don't bug me and a Novocaine shot is really not that high on the pain scale -- so far so good. Then he cut into my scrotum using some Chinese method I got a pamphlet on, but didn't give a fuck enough to read about -- felt every bit of it, but it was not painful -- numb, but sensitive. A day or so later I finally worked up the courage to talk to her. Coincidentally, I worked up that courage in the very instant that she had stopped me and started talking to me. "Hey, did you go to Silverview Middle School?" (I'm really surprised my brain activity didn't just stop right here.) "Yeah, did you?" "Yes! we had a class together there! I saw your name on the door to your room and I knew I recognized it." "Really? I'm sorry, I don't seem to remember that, what class was it?" .