"I can't believe you're here, Sir," she said quietly."I'm here, girl. I'm here and you're all mine." I'm yours," she agreed with a satisfied sigh. I b...ushed my thumb against her cheek, wondering at the softness and suppleness of her skin. She'd told me how soft her skin was, but to feel it was something else. She clutched her presents to her chest, her eyes alternatingly staring into my face and looking down at my chest, and I knew she was etching every moment of this into her memory."So .... " Jack began."Please read your Program Handbook, Mr. Merrick," the receptionist said in asomewhat exasperated tone. "In it you will find everything you need to know aboutour rules and conditions." OK, I'll do that, but I want to sign up for an appointment in any case," Jack repliedimpatiently."Then you understand, there will be additional charges, Mr. Merrick?" the womanasked completely unemotionally."Whatever! Yes, I understand." Jack found himself becoming agitated. He waslosing patience. A Long low moan. Janes moan. The moan I had made her make when I went down on her. The cheating bitch ! The absolute whore! My Anger and frustration from earlier was now back, with vengeance. I went back into the kitchen, picked the biggest knife from the rack and made my way to the stairs. Again more moaning and groaning coming from our marital bedroom. I slowly crept up the stairs, wanting to keep the element of surprise and catch the bastard in the act of fucking my wife. Closer and closer I. “That atta girl!!” She threw her hands up in the air, turning towards the dance floor. Without hesitation I followed her lead. This is where the real problems begin. You see, I don’t hold alcohol well, it goes right to my head same with Jordie. So it was no surprise that within thirty minutes of the first drink there had been about two shots for me and heaven knows how many for Jordie. The point is that I was way out of my league, I had more than my fair share to drink. I was having trouble.