Only two hours to gather the goods, but the Fabulous Ms. Tiger and I between us put down over five hundred of the brain dead. Ok, I only lopped and ch...pped around one-twenty, but that still averages one every forty minutes for my waking hours. I am certain Ms. Tiger was keeping score, she seemed entirely too smug in the cock of her whiskers.I was severely shaken at one point, it had been pretty easy for me to dehumanize the brain dead, because- well, quite frankly, they were pretty inhuman.. You know Mark used to be so affectionate in bed but in the past several months, the magic we had is gone. I found out why last month. I read a text on his cell from that big tit bimbo in Receivables. My husband has been cheating on me, Bernie. I don't know what to do."I said, "Look, let's meet for lunch next week and talk about it." Sure, why not. It's got to be after the first of the year. I've got decorating for the holidays, presents to buy for the kids, and contact my lawyer."After all. I know what I’m asking, and it’s because I love him that I’m here. She seated herself once more, cast me a narrow gaze and lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply and expelling the smoke before speaking. ‘Prostitution’s illegal, you know. The last thing I need is to get brought up on charges if you change your mind afterward.’ I won’t, I assured her. He had no idea what I was planning, and if he refused, it would all become moot anyway, wouldn’t it? ‘I remember your husband, the tall guy with the. Now, the young woman pulled the crotch of her suit even further - and held it in place. Her trimmed hair was exposed, with the color matching the color of the hair on her head. I decided to take a chance, stood up, and pulled the waist of my trunks down exposing my dick and sack. She seemed a bit startled, but only for a brief moment. I looked over at the young man, and he simply kept floating in the pool.Apparently, upon seeing my exposure to her, the young woman took her opposite hand,.