I came home and wanted to play and Sharon had enough. She read me the riot act over my increasing sex drive and how tired she was taking care of the h...use. I fired off something about her body and how she had let herself go too far. I felt bad as I slept on the couch that night. I had hurt her feelings not meaning to. A week later, at the gym, Gwen, my workout partner began to come on a bit more. I didn’t notice it at first. Then one night she actually rubbed against my cock with her hand as I. ..and don't worry...by the time all this is over, I'll make sure you enjoy it too....I have my ways. And as for virgins? MMM...been a while since I had one of those." Looking at her almost hungrily, he took out a knife and slit the sleeves of her shirt by the shoulders. Running his knife slowly down the front of her shirt, he pounced on the bed on top of her and cut from the collar downwards then flipped her over and cut the same length down her back dividing the shirt into two parts. Pushing. . well, he’d have to be a passenger to have even a remote chance of hitting my Jeep while on the fly.The arias were fighting, and loosing, to the roar of wind and highway noise coming from the back. I turned my iPod off. And kept driving south, although I slowed to 85 and checked all three mirrors continually.Who to call first? I figured I was about an hour north of Sheridan, the first town of any size heading away from Wexler. Fucker.Most immediate concern? That Wexler was on my butt.. And the hostess.“When did that happen?”“A few months ago,” he said. “It took a while to get the right staff. And, of course, the license for wine.”“Yes, well,” grinned Ken, “you certainly picked a very ... nice ... hostess.”Costa laughed.“You want her?” he offered. “I’m sure she’d be willing. She’s very enthusiastic and quite inventive.”“Don’t you think she might want a say in that?”Costa shrugged.“I’m not sure, to be honest. Of course I’ve never actually asked her to sleep with anyone other.