Alice went with me and just about dictated draconian conditions on her if we divorced. She would get $10,000 per year, and if there were children $400...per month per child. Otherwise, she wanted nothing out of the marriage.We signed it.The wedding was in late June. Alice was a beautiful bride. We spent our honeymoon in Niagara Falls, Canada, and Toronto, Canada. We had a great time.We came back from Canada and settled into our home. In spite of her protests, I paid for Alice’s post-grad studies.. E! I promise," she answered. "But only if you finish what you've started," she said, her voice no longer in little-girl style.I had every intention of doing just that, believe me. But first, I had something to which I needed to attend. I reached over to the edge of the desk. I don't think she had seen this particular object during our little play. It was a bottle of lotion that I always kept in one of my camera bags. I put a dollop onto my hand and put the lotion down. I spread it between my. ‘Go figure.’ She snapped back, using his moment of hesitation the best way she could think of, slamming her elbow back into his side, feeling it crash into his ribs, hoping he would recoil away from her, hoping he would give her the edge once again. He smiled at her inexperience, from his vantage point above her and at her back he had felt her shoulder tensing moments before her elbow came back, and while he let the jab land he was ready, his knife hand coming away from her throat, thumping. She moaned and her eyes rolled into her head. She put both of her hands on my tits and started to massage them. God it was the best feeling it was just what I wanted. I pulled her shirt over her head, and took her bra off revealing her young perky tits in my face. Just as she started to push her tits into my face I pulled my head back. “Are you sure? You can still back out” I told her. “I am positive, but one thing first” She said “It would be a lot more fun if Jon were here” then she yelled.