. Tomorrow he would get out his typewriter and start working... it was going to be a beautiful summer... just beautiful!As he neared the greenhouse, h... let out his characteristic low whistle. "Speaking of beautiful!" he said out loud.Dot was sitting on the grass by the door of the greenhouse waiting for him. She wore a different outfit from the one she had had on that morning... but it was every bit as brief, if not more so. A tight red sweater with matching skirt that barely came to the tops. But you have to. Only memory can tell you about the past, but you never know if it's the past that really happened, or if it's the past you wanted to have happened. Or an entirely different past altogether."And after we close our eyes, like the good, little, obedient sheep we are, we gently drift into a deep comatose state, where our bodies are limp and disconnected from the surrounding world. And our brains, suddenly starved for sensory input and something to do, turns inwards and in the space. The issue I hadn’t solved on my own was how to do it safely. He solved that. There was no regret. I looked forward to each day. And the work was just as he had promised. I had real legal responsibilities without having to maintain that false mask while doing it.“Sir, I’m good. I promise, I’m not looking backward or wishing anything was different.”He smiled, “Good.” He chuckled, “I think everyone will be glad to hear that. Now … you’ve been putting in some long hours.”I nodded. “I live. *"Steve, how did she do? Did she get the pictures?" She sure did. Karen, the results were more than we expected."Steve put the pictures on the table, and I looked at my husband kissing a young woman. The best picture of all was the young woman with his cock in her mouth. His face in agony from pleasure."The stupid bastard fell for it. I thought he was more street smart than that. What you don't know after fifteen years of marriage. Did she fuck him?" No, but I think we can get that picture if.