I had lost it all, but I had to say it. "No! No, Bill... anything but that... but how could you ever have come to me otherwise? How could we have ever...had anything, where you have Hell's Aristocracy and I have the Circle as our chaperones? At least then we could have been together. It was wrong, I'm sorry."My tears were genuine. It felt GOOD to cry them; as a man I never would have. It was like a release from a lifetime of secrets. I knew that the tears would gain me nothing, though.His voice. Needless to say, she wasn't toohappy about it. Most women probably wouldn't be. She took it rather personally. I was embarrassed. Even thoughmost men like porn in one form or another, try explaining that to your wife.I didn't want her to think less of me. Losing her love and respect wouldbe devastating. She seemed to think that she wasn'tenough to satisfy me; that maybe I was looking for something outside of ourmarriage that she couldn't provide. I tried to put her at ease. "Most, ifnot all. As she lay there her thoughts drifted back to last night and her date with Rick. They had had a lovely evening where they had talked and laughed after which he had dropped her at her front door, kissed her gently on the lips and watched as she walked in and closed it behind her. The thought gave her butterflies in her stomach and she smiled to herself. She hadn’t felt like this for a long time and she was glad that Rick was taking it slow. She wanted this to be special and she had the feeling. He grunted inpain, his eyes popping out of their sockets. He tried to bring the pistol down onto my head with a spasmodic downswingof his arm. I nimbly dodged aside, avoiding the clumsy counter attack. Meanwhile, the other operative was trying to circle around his friend toget at me. I wrenched the pistol out of the first operative's hand as hestruggled to overcome the pain. I was aware that my phone was buzzing.Unfortunately, now was not a good time to answer it. Most likely, it.