It's that bastard!" That bastard? You mean Sheldon? Your marvelous hubby? Did he forgetyour anniversary again like last year, and then make a specia... date withyou to make it all up again and then forget that too? Again? Not evencall, and there you are all dressed up and wearing your best jewelry andeverything, all set to go out, and no one shows up? Is that the bastardyou mean?" Yes. That's the one. Sheldon." "Well, I've told you before what you should do the next time and everytime he. "I plan on cleaning up the house on Saturday night before shecomes home on Sunday." I said. "Everything is okay, so you canleave now!" I was hoping Jill would just leave the house, andnot use any of her stuff on me."Your wife asked me to check out the house and spank you if thehouse was messy. Well, it is really messy, so you will nowreceive a spanking from me." Jill said. She sat on a woodendining room chair and said, "Take off your sweat shirt and comeover to me." But I don't want to be. The beach was backed by sand dunes, behind which was a jolly little pub, so it was ideal for me to wet a dry throat without need for journeys in the motor with its related risks to life limb and licence! By day three I was getting restless; I had read the book`s I had brought with me and the telly had the usual collection of cooking, detectives, and DIY programs that we pay so much for a licence for, our old van was hardly conducive to wild sex, the walls being thin and the wife being a. An office directory featured a dozen buttons, but only a few were labelled. ‘We want unit four,’ said Abby, checking a slip of paper. ‘What’s this business called?’ asked George, noting that unit four was unnamed. ‘I don’t know. All I have is a person’s name and address.’ George shrugged and pressed the button. For a minute, nothing happened. George glanced around, noticing a closed circuit camera affixed to the ceiling. ‘George and Abigail Masterson?’ came a disembodied voice. ‘Yes,’ answered.