He didn't say anything to Michael, nor did Michael say anything to him.He was busy coding away for about an hour, when he saw Arnie's reflection in th... mirror which was taped to his monitor.Michael pushed his chair back, stood up, and faced him."How's it going, dude," he said; putting one hand on his shoulder, the other on his crotch.While pushing him back, Michael scornfully told him, "Fine!"Laughing, he reproached him. "I see you fixed your problem you had yesterday." he said.Michael was. "You know Chrissie, thewhole time you were with my wife, I wanted you dead. When shewasn't here where she was supposed to be, I would sit on the sofaand think about her. I would wonder who my little bitch wasfucking when she should be keeping me happy and my house cleaned.With all my being I wished I could see what she was doing... whoshe was doing."Then one time, my wish came true. I saw her. But what I wantedto see was who she was fucking. I couldn't because you know how Isaw her? I saw you. " His eyes seemed to cut right through me. I feel exposed, nothing to hide. I haven't felt this way since I was a kid. Was that my answer, Was I just looking for an escape, was I tired of my life, was I overwhelmed by those responsibilities? Between his comments and my stuttering, he continued to play, singing occasionally. "But I never seem to be able to forget them, they are always all over me. Sometimes I can't even see the end of the tunnel." Great, now I am getting defensive, why do I care. Didn't take long for you to hear, huh?" I asked her to call me if you went through with it. Are you still willing to do Chase?"I knew him, of course, he was the best looking of all my friend's husbands, really pretty hunky and hot. So, certainly the thought of taking him in my mouth instantly made me wet and warm."Sure, I told you it's something I love to do." Can I put him on? Would you tell him? He doesn't think this is real."I laughed and said sure."Hi, Angela, is she real? What Deb told me?.