Dinner was nice, and I ended up repeating much of what I’d said to the other spectators, and was also treated to stories about the soccer team, both...on the pitch, and off. They sounded like a fun, but not wild, group of girls, who were both athletes and good students. Had any of them shown a scintilla of interest in computers, I’d have suggested they consider working for me, because all of them seemed to be completely free of the bad ideas I was fighting back home.At the club, I danced with all. “You don’t have the money to buy one?”“I do not. I am permitted to work by my student visa and I will find a job at the University so that I can pay you.”“Then yes. I’ll order you a PC’s Limited computer and have it shipped to you at Stanford. I’ll need your address as soon as you have it.”“Thank you, Stepa!”“And that’s why you wanted Kara to leave the sauna?”“I was not sure if it was polite to discuss business in front of her.”I chuckled, “You can ask to make love with me in front of her, but. As she jotted down things in her diary, leaning toward the small lantern in the cabin, I decided it was time to strike up a conversation or this long ride would be unbearable. As I watched those sexy lips form silent words as she wrote them down, I decided it was time to break the ice with some cordial questions. It was time to seize the moment to see if she was feeling the same feelings as I was. “So Miss Phillips, may I ask where you’re heading.” I questioned. . But my wife hadcome to hate me and it all made sense.She had fallen in love with a very strong and bossy man. And now. Wellnow was different. Now I was sissy, now I was maid, now I was made, andnow She didn't recognize me. I don't think she knew that she was theone that got different when Phyllis died.And now, it seemed that this would be a war. A war that would take along time, and I would have to fight in a very sissy way. Because therewas no other way. Chapter 5Achingly, I clicked down.