"Make me a man, make me over as you see fit. I submit." He watched intently. He focused on her fingers as they spread the lips to her small shaved pus...y. He could smell her in the air. The aroma was intoxicating, the smell of a rich fucking cunt. He reached out to touch her breast. Suddenly she snapped. "Don't touch me weakling. Don't fucking touch me, not yet." There were moments when they reversed the scenario but tonight was hers and she intended to indulge her more baser desires, fully. She. You’ll commit suicide, and no one will ever see you or hear from you again. You are a real asshole, a stupid asshole! What am I supposed to do?”She hiccoughed back a tear, “You could marry Corinne. She loves you. She’s a good sweet, honest, pure, sincere person. She’d be good to our girls. You could have more children with her. You’d soon forget about me.”For the first time I really felt like punching her right in the nose. I was madder at her now than I’d ever been, and that included all the. I guess it sounds like I have a lot of money for a private eye, but youhave to understand that I put a lot of money away when I was an agent.Now, I was able to do what I wanted, but to be very comfortable doingit. I walked the short distance from the office building where my officewas to my apartment building, getting a lot of stares from guys as Iwalked. I went to my girl's apartment and checked my mail and thencalled my girlfriend Susan. You see, she knew about my dual identity andacted as my. He was a strict ‘old-school’ coach. I liked some of his coaching methods, but his gruff manner, and ‘It is my way or the highway’ approach didn’t fit well with our current age group of student-athletes.At the end of an hour, we saw Jason pull the stretch limo into the parking lot. With the temperature now at a balmy forty-two or three degrees, I asked, “Tempe, would you like to walk back to the high school with me?”“What is it, about three quarters of a mile?” she asked.“A little over.