And it's close enough to your work that if you wanted to keep on working you could. Although I would be perfectly happy if you just stayed here and to...k care of the house. "There's something I think you should know about me Elizabeth - something that Beth knows now but you don't. Beth and I are a lot alike. Beth is a nymphomaniac, you are already aware of that. But I am a satyromaniac - a male nymphomaniac. So last night we both got what we needed. And while I wouldn't want you around just for. "I didn't say that. I just wanted to be sure you weren't getting into any trouble," I replied. "Oh my god! I can't believe I have to put up with this! If you're done being crazy I have more packing to finish!" She barked, before turning her attention to the basket of laundry next to her. "No, that's it," I replied unable to bring myself to say what I really wanted to say.How much of a coward must I be to not confront my wife about her fucking another man? And it takes even more of a pussy to. He blinked. Within the time it took to draw a breath, he had appeared at his destination, released his first arrow at the surprised beast and was nocking his second. He released it as well but wasn’t sure that it was actually needed.He took in several deep breaths to counter the adrenaline and now felt that the danger was gone. He looked up at Philippa. She’d had the presence of mind to stop moving when she had heard his bowstring twang. She looked down at the man who had not been standing. "Every time you argue, we do this over. Now, how many, Dominique?" I was dumbstruck. I wasn't usually asked. Andrew usually started at ten, depending... "T... Ten, Sir?" "Very well, I would have thought five but you should know how many you deserve better than I. Brace yourself." "Oh!" "I want it straight in my mind," Paul said. "I can understand that. Basically I want to deepen her understanding of the freedom/servitude dichotomy..." "Whoa! Wait a minute. The what?" "Sorry, dude. I've been.