"Linda nodded and started to make her way to the door, her hand shaking as she reached out to open the door wider."And you cannot tell anyone except A...gela here anything about this," I added with a commanding tone."Yes sir," Linda answered and then literally ran out the door, down the steps and back to her house.The rest of the early morning was rather subdued as Angela and I hurriedly got ready for work and school, as we were now a bit late.As we were headed out the door, Angela turned and. My wife had gone to bed early, not an unusual event in my world. The dog was lazily sprawled at my wife's feet in the bedroom downstairs. My time for private reflection and enjoying my lover's request was now mine alone.Masturbation was my outlet to the sexual frustrations I lived with in her world. It sounded to me that my lover shared a similar self-fulfilling routine as well. My thoughts drifted to her as I imagined she would bring herself to climax, wishing that my hands and mouth were her. Cool, I havent seen this one yet. Is it any good? you ask, and I nod. I havent seen a good movie for a while, you add. You press play, and sit on the flood with your back against the bed. We go quiet, and watch the movie in silence for about 20 minutes before I speak. Hey, do you miss her? Its been over a year, and she wasnt that great, I ask, putting the cat down and laying on my stomach on the bed. Your face turns into a mask, and you shrug. Idunno… Do you miss…touching? Kissing? Another. ”“Yes, you do. That’s what Ron used your social security number for. See I told you he was smarter than I was giving him credit for.”“What are you talking about?”“He is putting a lot of dirty money in that account. He put it in your name with him as beneficiary.”“And that means what?”“That means if you know the password, we can make him crazy by closing the account.”“But I don’t”“Does Ron know that?”“Probably.”“Then that explains a lot.”“Not to me. What does it mean? I can’t get to his money so.