”“What about the Target Room?” she asked, still uncertain. 'May as well lay the ground rules early, she thought to herself, 'less confusion and ...pset later. Lay? Ha ha!'“What?” Frank asked, finally ending his nipple torture. “Oh, I get it. You want to know how far you can go now that we’re married.” He kissed her gently on the lips.“If you feel you need to, and I’m not around,” Frank said, “I suppose it’s okay. There’s no reason for you to be unhappy or frustrated. I’m not a prude and I won’t. Jimmy considered his job an art and himself an artist. He never wasted a bullet, never spilt more blood than was necessary, never killed more people than was required…yes he was in his own way an artist. The following Monday saw Jimmy up at the crack of dawn, getting quietly out of bed so as not to disturb his wife Maria, he quickly dressed and went for his four mile morning run. He always ran before a job, it cleared his mind, made him focused and filled him with a sense of calm. He returned. It felt like I had a band around my chest, squeezing me, making it hard for me to breathe. I kept my eyes shut tight and I could hear my heart beating fast in my ears. He touched me then, I twitch, I couldn't help it, still he held me tight so I couldn't move. His hand moved up and down my exposed body, my damned fool top was up around my bust. Then as if they had a will of their own, my legs opened for him, oh my, what must he be thinking of me.I knew what I wanted to do now, the hard cock. I was afraid of something weird like that throwing Pete off, if he found out. Kind of the same reason I didn’t ask you to take the pictures the other day.”“Yeah,” I murmured, understanding. “He probably wouldn’t have taken it so well if he knew I was there.”“No, not at all. And also he’s...”Lara mumbled something indistinct, which she was unwilling to repeat when I asked her to do so.“All right, so what are you getting at then?” I asked. “You said you messed him up.”Lara was tense. I could.