She unclasped her bra, and removed it, feeling her round breasts free in the air. She stood, her jeans still around her ankles.The man shot the groun... next to her feet, she jumped, stumbling she quickly fell to the ground. Two of the men laughed, but not the one with the gun. "Stupid fucking bitch," he said, he quickly removed his belt, and looked down at her. She looked up at him, scared, trembling, pleading."Don't hurt me, oh God, please don't hurt me," she cried out.The man started to. He could gamble, delving fully into the closet and the matchingaccessories, that there would no need to drop whatever he was doing at amoment's notice. However, he knew it to be a bad gamble, for there was ahost of problems waiting to flare up at the slightest spark, all of whichwould require his team to make an appearance. The heads up he hadreceived, before heading home, had not been one of his boss's, theoriginal asshole, nasty pranks.Not that he was affected by those pranks anymore. He had. "I matriculated three different times, sweetheart." You're a lot smarter than you look," my mother said."Being underestimated is useful should be our credo," said Zhenzhen suggested."What would that be in Latin?" I asked."Sint minoris aestimanda est utilis," Eva translated.We laughed."And our crest?" asked Helena."How about a baby with a sword," Zhenzhen offered."Naked," Helena added."Female," was my much approved addition."Wearing glasses," Eva finished, creating a burst of laughter.Soon. As soon as I turned thirty, I didn't hesitate to fill the papers for a vasectomy. The operation was not a big deal: after that my wife and I didn't need birth control.But I’ve told you in a previous story (Her business trips) about my wife and her relationship with her boss. At the beginning of their relationship, they used condoms. But when it became obvious that they were going to make love regularly, they wanted to take it to the next level and enjoy each other completely. That meant no.