Moments later I was pedaling up the street with all my might. With every push of the crank, I envisioned the anger flowing out of me, through the bike... and into the ground.All those ants down there under the street can have it, I thought.I pictured myself ladling out "Rage Stew" to hordes of ants at some sort of anger soup kitchen. And just like that, I was laughing maniacally at the thought, and all of the anger was gone.So wit is a foil for anger ... who knew?This reminded me that I had. That's just too damn good she thought. I can't stand being this far away any longer. It's time to ramp this up to the next level, dearie, she said to herself. She stepped from behind the kitchen entry and around the corner, and stood with her weight all upon one foot, with the other tipped up and leaning on the opposing ankle, knee crocked to a sensual bend, crotch better exposed this way, sweater short, with hips and belly exposed. She stood for dramatic effect until he slowly became aware of. She was in midtwenties then and already divorced in her country. I instantly fell in love with her and after dating herfor a couple of times I decided to marry her in spite ofthe age difference. My immigrant Asian girl seemeddelighted at the idea. She admitted that she wasdesperate to stay on and work here and to carry onsending money to her family. She really needed a whitehusband and a Green Card. We had been happily married for over two years now butlast week she had caught me by surprise. The recordings give me plenty of entertainment during the week. Kim, my wife, just doesn't like sex any more - she'd rather eat, sleep and breathe her volleyball team.I can disappear unnoticed for hours into my hidden viewing bunker - its attached to the pool house and hidden behind a false wall.The stories that I'm about to relate started to happen about 2 months ago.KELLYKelly was our player of the match. Scoring heavily and ensuring that our team wins its match. The whole team is on a high -.