‘Well, not till the end of the evening anyway.’ She winked at him. Hansen winced. He didn’t really need to get into this, even jokingly, with th...ee women in the car that all meant something to him. ‘So where are the SPFs?’ asked Hansen. Bonnie breathed out and made a noise with her lips as if it was obvious. Hansen smirked. This was a good sign. She was getting into the task at hand. She pointed out two cars at either end of the street. They were not the usual black vehicle favored by SPF. We had each other's backs.One of my buddies visited me in the hospital and I told him what my wife was doing to me.When I got all done, he said, "Don't worry, I'll look into it with the guys. You just get well."Over the next week, guys I didn't know kept stopping by and asking questions about Deb (my wife).Finally a grizzled old sergeant stopped by my bedside. All he said was, "We have a plan. Do you want in?"I nodded.He looked hard at me and said, "OK, be prepared to travel."Two days later I. Did I really want to forgive someone who almost crippled me permanently, not to mention almost killing me by suffocation? The more I pondered these questions, the angrier I became. I decided that, at the very least, I wanted to enact some retribution before even considering a reconciliation.When I arrived at the ER, I spotted a police officer and waved her over. I showed her my injuries and recounted the events which led up to them and asked her if I could file any criminal charges against. One turn too quick and you could definitely see her ass. She was really going all out."Black lingerie, black dress, black heels, do I sense a theme tonight?" I asked. "Haha I'm not sure who I'm goingTo have sex with yet. Could find myself a handsome white guy...or could find myself on a big black cock." She said with a wry smile. I was in trouble. An hour and a few glasses of wine later it was time to go to the party. We pulled up to a fancy high rise and took the elevator up to to the top.