I grinned at her. “Do you really want the full Carl Buckman Experience? I warn you; it will ruin you for other men. Once you’ve had the Carl Buckm...n Experience, no other man will ever be able to satisfy you!”Marilyn snorted and had a twinkle in her eye. “I’ll just have to take the chance.”“Well, it might be safe ... for me, at least.”“What?”“Well, the others I had sign a waiver of liability, but since you’re my wife, you can’t testify against me in a court of law.”“Oh, you are so full of. But on the inside my head was splitting in pain my muscles tense and whole body locked in place as my heart hammered. I couldn't even form the thoughts to try to figure out what might be killing me, I was just certain I was dying. And then it passed, and I tapped my credit card as my body unlocked and the pain disappeared all of a sudden. With a small pant and a few drops of sweat dripping down my forehead I leaned against the counter for a moment.“Are you alright sir? The cashier asked with. She took one look at Clare and slapped him hardacross the face. It achieved the desired result but they packed him offto bed while they enjoyed a nightcap of his best Cognac.Sunday morning saw him return to at least partial normality, he cookedand delivered her breakfast to her in bed, then got dressed in theclothes Joy had laid out for him. He mechanically continued through theday with a routine but seeming to take no interest in cleaning the houseand preparing the evening roast dinner. Joy. My fashion taste and aspirations were inspired by her.And then one day, she asked me to join her at the patio on a Saturday afternoon. I was tired and needed a break, so I quickly accepted the invitation. The boys and Tony were at the stadium for a match while Lora was sleeping in her room. When I stepped onto the patio, Loretta was looking stunning as usual. She rocked a chic, short-sleeve blouse and mini-skirt.Loretta poured me a glass of wine and we shared a bowl of potato chips. Soft music.