We men are dogs.She: Whatever. I am picking up another chit.He: If you pick another then that person would also be included. So be cautious.She: You a...e pathetic. FINE. I am ready to for a swap with Rehan. You asshole.He: Hahaha that’s like my slut.She: I am not your slut. I will always be your wife but I am gonna be Rehan’s slut. Hahaha.He: I like that attitude. Now just invite him for dinner and do as I say.I explained the entire plan to her and the night came when Rehan was at our place with. I was sitting on the living room couch reading it when Cookie came in and said, "What is it Dave? Do you see me doing those things? Do you have some sick fantasy about seeing me or having me do the things described in that magazine? Is that it Dave? You want to watch me with another man? What is it Dave, you want to see me with a black man, maybe do a gangbang? Or is it another woman you want to see me with? You are one sick puppy Dave" and she stormed out of the room leaving me sitting there. I had a facility for numbers, but not much of one for people. The nice part of this job is that I usually only dealt with one or two people at a time unless I was bringing a mortgage before the committee. Lately I’d been fairly busy with the turn in the market, and I’d been working pretty hard. I was, if truth be told, frazzled. I spent all day with client appointments and all night crunching numbers. I had a good track record so I usually found ways to get people into homes. I hoped I wouldn’t. Also, this particular Quest-type story will have variables to track. So please press the "Start Story" button on the right sidebar to get that information.A breath. At least, that's what you thought it was before your consciousness fully awoke. Once that happens, you start to understand. The breath wasn't a breath at all, but a slight breeze blowing through your incorporeal body. Not enough to clear the fog that stifles the landscape below, but enough that you can feel it. Your body has no.