Standing on the stoop was Margie's sister, Judy."Could I come in and get some of Margie's things?" she asked softly. "Margie didn't plan very well and...forgot some clothes and toiletries that she needs. Are you okay, Jim?"Judy was Margie's younger sister and I had always liked her. We had an easy friendship. I had always teased Margie that if anything ever happened to her, I'd be all over Judy in a New York minute. She had never been married although she had several long-term relationships over. ’ ‘Soon enough he’ll notice,’ Eric commented. Yvoine let out a short, sharp yelp of laughter. ‘Bill doesn’t notice anything,’ she commented angrily. ‘I come home with whip marks all over my body, he doesn’t see anything. Each time I get a new piercing I have to point it out to him otherwise he’d never notice.’ ‘Why the hell did you marry him anyway?’ ‘The money,’ Yvoine answered. Bill was a good enough husband, he certainly made enough money working eighteen hours a day to provide her with any. Her eyes opened again, staring into the stained mirror on the cheap brown desk in front of her. A small, bronze filing cabinet sat to their right, the three items of furniture being all the small room could accommodate. Geez! She loved watching herself being fucked. She also loved an audience. And the young man’s face peering in through the small window in the door was a helluva turn on. ‘Oh, yeah,’ she gasped, more to the face than the man beneath her. A chance to put on a show. She began to. After our marriage she began to want to start trying things with that. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. I told her I was scared that it would interfere with our sex life or would freak her out. About a week later we kissed goodnight and went to sleep. Early the next morning it was still dark when I slightly awoke to slap the mosquito that was on my arm. Didn't turn to look at my wife because I knew she'd still be asleep until late that morning. Not sure how much time had passed but it was.