Not this mental retardation horseshit you and Dr. Phyllis are spreading around."She left with no fanfare. She didn't even look back.I sat in my chair ...nd placing my fingertips together I thought about what to do. I'd lied to Sally; I had no more appointments today.After about twenty minutes I'd made some decisions and a plan was taking form. In fact, two distinct parts of one plan were gelling.The first item of business was to get this Dr. Phyllis discredited to the extreme no one would ever. So I became used to fucking her good an hard to satisfy her before being allowed to realise the pleasure of my own orgasm until one day, she welcomed me at the door, dressed as usual in ff nylons, an obg and heels but this time she was holding a brand new packet of artistic harmony points in black, an obg and heels which I had not seen before...dangling them off her sexy long fingers , the red nail polish contrasting against what she was holding.she said she had a surprise for me which she knew. What about that BIG game he had to watch. When Kim tried the side gate it was unlocked, a lock was there, but not engaged. She moved down the side, towards the back of the house. Roger’s beautifully landscaped yard and full bushes and trees made it very private. She suddenly felt overly suspicious. I’m sure it’s nothing, I’ll just peek, she told herself and peered through the dense bushes. She saw her husband getting out of the water, and he was nude. That son of a bitch is having an affair. I laid my head on his chest for over a minute, listening for a heartbeat. Bev was checking for a pulse on both his wrist and his neck while I was doing that. After a time, she pulled out a mirror (it wasn't on the list but women always have mirrors and Kleenex) wiped it off on her shirt, then held it near his nose for a minute or two. It was just as clear when she pulled it away as it was when she started.People have different ideas about death. Some shiver at the very mention of the word,.