You can assure him you will be discreet in your little liaisons, so as not to humiliate him further, and that you will continue to do your duty as a w...fe in all other ways. If he does not agree, then pfff – he is destroyed!”Giselle saw the sense in this. “Hmm, Becca, I think your idea is very smart and clever. This way, everything is agreed, and I will be free to enjoy my new lovers with perfect freedom. Only a woman with a devilish mind like yours could have thought it up.”Becca took that as a. So here were are, midnight at the restaurant bar. Our conversation has been terrific tonight. Five months removed from our first time here and it seems like it was a lifetime away. You stare at your wine glass a minute and offer up a confession. You tell me you were never meeting friends here tonight. You were just making it seem that way as a stab to get me out. I know the four glasses of wine are allowing you to confess to me as you go on: You tell me there was always something about me when. Forgive me this minor sin and make whatever necessary adjustments you need in order to fit your situation. I am not going to be making ridiculous, inclusive, roundabout descriptions to cater to political correctness. Get over it."Also, hitting is assault. Everyone knows not to 'hit' others. There is no question of this. Not to mention the likelihood of being 'hit back'. Therefore, before you consider hitting someone who may not wish to be hit, it may be a good idea to consider how well you. Staggering into the kitchen, Sidney winced with every step, sure that hishead was going to explode. "So this is what a hangover feels like,"Sidney mumbled to himself as he searched through the fridge for someorange juice, remembering that orange juice was supposed to easehangovers. Not finding anything but an empty fridge, Sidney turned away,wondering if he was in any condition to go home. Then a fearful thoughtoccurred to him, where was home? He couldn't go to his own house likethis,.