" "No, but then again if I was the one that put you in that position, your wife, that state of sexual arousal where you can't help imagining what I mi...ht be doing, it's exciting, right?" I smiled knowing she was right and simply answered, "No comment." "OK, I have a question for you now, I asked. You mentioned it was a little difficult with me there, you also mentioned tonight that while you were with him alone he had a way of making you feel comfortable. I know you don't want to feel like your. He always felt better after these late-night sessions. He felt---lighter, somehow; less agitated; less frustrated; less...angry. It was very the****utic. It felt a little like going to Confession! Of course, he couldn't go an actual priest and tell him the sort of things he felt at those moments, but it felt like the next best thing! In a sense, he, himself, WAS his own Confessor. There was no one else he could confide in! There really was something cathartic, and the****utic, about these late. ." Once again, I found myself with a hard-on, and sighed, knowing that I would have a date with my right hand in the very near future.The next night, Stormy cuddled right up to me on the bed, licking my face and presenting her belly to me. "Well, she learns fast, I knew she was intelligent," I muttered to myself. Figuring I'd get it over with, I reached down and fondled her again. She seemed even more receptive the second time, almost pushing herself against my hand as I stimulated her. This. There was no way I could sleep in that house again. It contained too many memories.After breakfast the following morning I called my secretary June and asked her if Tony was around. She told he wasn't going to be in the office that day and asked me what the hell was going on. Well, I told her straight out. June was very upset by the news. I'll swear she was crying as I told her.She informed me that Tony had told her I would probably be resigning when I reappeared. She got the impression that.