“Holmes and Watson?” he said. “How original.”“Oh, it’s better than that,” said the one called Holmes, a tallish man in his mid-40s who c...nveyed a good deal of self-assurance. “My driver’s license, a perfectly good one I might add, shows my first name as Mycroft. Sherlock’s brother in the stories. The people who prepare our papers have, I think, a sense of humor. And you are—?”“Jason Vreelander,” he said. “I work with Maggie, Dr. Russell. Why the cloak-and-dag­ger about names?”“Nothing all that. A runaway slave. All I had to do was fuck her.She was a strong, beautiful, intelligent woman. Surely too intelligent to let a boy seduce her.I stood, holding her gaze. I was thrilled, terrified by the possibility that I could be right about what was happening between us.“How about a hug?” I asked her.She sat still, looking up at me with her big dark beautiful eyes. Her thick curly hair was luxurious, her neck slim and long, elegant.“Just a hug.” I prompted her.“Yes.” She said hoarsely, “hug.”I. I will keep better care of you and make you happy.Me: keep this and I handed over a 500 bill to her, it will help ur family.She was very happy.She got the idea that she could mint decent money from me by supporting me emotionally and sexually.Her movement on my knee changed , now it was more seductive and less therapeutic.Her hand was massaging my thigh instead o knee which I pretended to be hurt.I was feeling a sensation that my wife never gave me.I held her hand and kept it on my semi-erect. This is the way I finally saw it.I chose her when we decided to date exclusively. She agreed and chose me when she did the same. Oh God, did she date me exclusively?I chose her when I asked her to marry me. She chose me when she said yes.I chose her when I stood before God and all of our friends and said "I Do." She, likewise before God and all of our friends, chose me when she said "I Do."So why the fuck didn't she tell me the choosing part was back on the table?We were only married for less.