Nancy said, "Wait, Jim. I have something better."Ryan and I both looked at her as she pulled out a tape recorder and played just a snippet for us. The... she said, "We'll see who wins their lawsuit. I'll be filing my sexual harassment charges on Monday."Nancy then said to Ryan and Ed who was still lying on the floor, "The only reason I put up with your shit tonight is so I could have it on tape. Maybe, just maybe, it might save another woman from your harassment. I'll see you in court," and then. His dreams were always full ofsuch images, where his wife would shame and humiliate him, where hewould be forced to confess his sissy nature in front of her. Hisdeepest, most craven desires had longed for this moment, yet he felthurt inside. He was losing something.In the room across the hall, his wife was not only having sex withsomeone else. She WANTED sex with someone else. Was he losing his wifeto another man? Or merely the control of his wife, as she now preferredanother man? Yet, once. .to a guy he doesn't even know?Is the guy even human? That does offer up some sinisterpossibilities - am I some kind of alien experiment?Let's move on. What can I do about... him? I know his name,I don't know where he lives - my personality getsoverwritten as soon as he lays eyes on me and I can onlyremember his phone number once I'm putty in his hands.I could call the police - but they'd put it down as a crankcall, surely - who'd take seriously some guy who claimsthat an unknown individual can. "That's the surprise." "What's the main dish?" I wanted to know. "This is," she replied. "We're serving a vegetarian meal." "Fuck me!" I cursed. "Why would you want to do that?" "It's healthy," she maintained. "Nothing wrong with the good old fashioned English meat and two veg!" I cried. "Gordon! Gordon! Gordon!" she sighed, shaking her head. "Here's one I prepared earlier," I told her, pulling down my chef's pants and waving my stiff cock and balls in her general direction. .