Liz answered the door in nothing but a housecoat and a pair of black stilettos. Under the house coat she was completely naked. I sat on the stairs lea...ing to the bedroom and watched Liz do her thing. The look on Spencer’s face when Liz opened the door was priceless. His eyes were huge. He saw me out of the corner of his eye and looked away embarrassed that I saw him checking out my wife. Liz gave Spencer a $50 bill and told him to keep the change. She also told him she had another tip for him. There was the congress of relief in which a participant expected fun and sexual release from his or her partner. It was a one-sided form of congress, almost selfish at root, unless both partners recognized it for what it was: relief. Having lain with many a married man, she recognized that it had nothing to do with marriage and love. Being a woman, she knew that it was a need that wasn't restricted to just men. It was a view that she repeatedly drilled into the men of the Pfand X.There was the. . at a strip club. Lillian, one of the girls that guys went crazy for in high school... is a bartender.... in a strip club. My cousin works at the same strip club. Now, I suffer from this. Very much so. I have met downright beautiful women in my pubescent life, just gorgeous. Some were wholesome and some were borderline freaky girls. As the immortal Rae Sremmurd song said: "I ain’t got no type, bad bitches is only thing that I like.”I say this because after we fucked, Daisy said to me, "Don't. I still remember her as the leak that got my ass beat. Whether that was the case or not, I wasn’t quite sure, but it didn’t matter she didn’t need to know our plans.She finished her first cup of coffee while I worked on my second. She also grilled me about my knowledge about Gray Stone. I told her the fiction we had invented. I wasn’t sure who all had a hand in the fiction, but it seemed to be nice and tight.“So, he is a real live hero, what is he doing working with you?” Tonya asked.“He is a.