” The woman’s hand slid onto Finch’s thigh, then she cupped his crotch. “Hmm,” she purred, “soft but not a bad start. I could work with th...s...”A man entered the room and whispered into the woman’s ear. She nodded twice then took something from his hands. She stepped forward and stuck a needle in his arm, the sting barely registering on top of the other pain in Finch’s body. “No trouble from you for a while,” she said, pulling out the needle. Finch felt warmth spread out from the site and his. The next thing the husband heard was the door close. He really didn't care what time she got back, he could be up glued to the TV or working on the computer for he was a tutor or he could be in bed and if he was wouldn't know when she got home for he had his own room, a situation that had existed for many years. He proceeded to cook his own meal; something that he did anyway for he was the main chef, his wife didn't cook, just didn't like it.The wife opened the front door of the vehicle and. It's funny, but they just flew by. One minute I'm popping the question, and the next; there we were, packed into our Westfalia, heading for Big Sur on our second honeymoon.It was Kaila's idea. We'd both been so busy with our jobs in the city, and just needed to get away. So, in late September, we just said hell with it, and just drove.My job as an administrative assistant (Read: Secretary) pays pennies and it's a big step down from what I thought I'd be doing, but it has some perks. One of them. ” Amy and I laid in bed for the next hour, just talking about everyday things. Then, for some unknown reason, I blurted out, “I’m having bad thoughts about Beth and her friend.” I have no idea why I said this, and after the words were out of my mouth, I regreted saying it. I looked at Amy and she had this look of awe in her eyes. I tried to back peddle, “I’m sorry I said that, I just…I have no idea what is happening to me.” Amy took my hands in hers and said, “Tell me what happened.” I.