Now I know what your thinking, I've been fucking my best friends wife behind his back, well you'd be wrong Mark knew I was sleeping with Samantha and ...idn't care he even joined in.It all started because they wouldn't stop talking about their sex life in front of me, I would beg them to stop but that would never work. One day I decided to get into it like it was turning me on but all that did was make it worse. Mark would say oh "you like hearing about me fucking Samantha huh John", and she. It was obvious that living with a dyke hadn't damaged Margaret's dress sense one iota.Margaret smiled at her estranged husband, her face as thick with eye-liner, foundation cream and highlighter as it ever was. Her lips now a shocking purple. And she still plucked her eyebrows. Maggie might be a woman in her forties, but Tony knew for sure she was still the head turner she had been when they'd got married five years ago, both on the rebound from their respective and equally messy divorces. And,. The applause took a long time to die down. This time, instead of Scott counting off the beat for the band, Annie took the microphone off its stand and began to talk."Thank you," she said simply. "I'd like to dedicate this next song to a very special man. This man ... well, what can I say? Wait. Let me back up. First of all, I'm here tonight celebrating my 18th birthday..." There was loud applause, but Annie waved them down. "I'm celebrating with my Uncle Henry. It's his birthday, too." There. “Too bad I don’t have the spit to try it again,” she remarks.Johann grunts and steps forward. He raises his hand and in it is a clear jar with something swimming around inside. No, wait a minute, three somethings. She remains silent but looks at him, not showing any sign of weakness.“This is going to be the end of your complaints and your struggling,” he explains the unasked question. “You are not the first participant for this little experiment but you are the first unwilling participant. All.