“Shall we go?” Dave asked. “Our chariot awaits.” He said in a phony British accent.Then my Pam, my wife, the woman I married, said. “Bill ho...ey, lock the door.”I fished my keys out of my pocket and locked the fucking door. As I walked to the limo, I realized that she came out assuming my plan would fail and was ready to be the slut Dave wanted.Tony told me I had a beautiful wife and it was no wonder that this guy was after her. Tony held the door of the limo while we got in.As soon as we were. Outside, I heard the familiar sounds of the construction of an unnatural creation of man or possibly even the even more unnatural deconstruction of a tree, which was the natural creation of its surroundings. Yet whatever was outside didn’t matter. Even some aspects of the inside didn’t matter either. I avoided looking at the picture frames in the bedroom, or even into the mirror. The room was perfect, yet it was not mine. Obviously not, my room is far from perfect. It was not his either. The. Can I talk openly to you?L: Sure go ahead.Sh: I am in Gulf and am unable to satisfy my wife and also am unhappy myself. You should understand the reason as I came away in just 5-6 months after marriage. I love her very much though and I know she loves me as much as well. We know that we both are made for each other and think alike in many ways.L: hmm. Good for you both.Sh: I know she likes you and so I am requesting you to help her.L: Help her? In what way?Sh: Can you induce her to make love. Heather dressed to kill in a tight black skirt and her favorite black blazer. Her white blouse was wrinkle-free and freshly laundered. The pink tourmaline brooch was her good luck charm (passed down from her mother) and she found that she kept touching it – as if the luck would simply rub off onto her through the constant contact. Getting out of her car she spilled coffee on her skirt. Walking up to the building she had been clipped by a bike messenger and had stumbled on the curb – running.