He's wearing false eyelashes." "Too fuckin' weird," her lover kept repeating. "Look at this, Rob. She's wearing a maid outfit. That fits. My husband... the slutty maid. What'd you do with your dick, honey?" she said as her hand dived under his petticoats and groped his black panties. "I gotta go. This is way too . . ." "No. Don't go, Rob. I doubt if Yvette here, minds if we fuck. After all, she's just my maid. You don't mind, do you, Yvette?" He was silent. "I asked you a question, sissy!". ‘Better,’ Will gasped. ‘I love you.’ Chris said, and cradled Will’s head up. The two men kissed softly, tenderly, and then broke apart. ‘I love you too,’ Will replied. ‘We’re going to make it, you know? We have come this far, stayed by each other’s side. We’ll make it,’ Chris said firmly, drawing upon the strength that he had learned from Will. Will sat up and locked his lips into Chris’s face, sucking on the fairer man’s lower lip tenderly. Chris mewled softly and whispered, ‘Don’t start. To settle this. Put an end to this little farce,” Tracy looked at me with expectation.“Yeah, well, when we’ve had a chance to hammer out a divorce settlement or the judge gavels his or her decision into effect ... then this ‘farce’ that you caused can be over at last. You’re the one who kicked me out, who filed for divorce, and who had the nerve to have me served at the library of all places. None of that was necessary, nor was sending your loverboy my way to preach at me over the divorce that. I was dressing when she returned to the back porch and asked if I'd like a hamburger. Of all things and timing. I was told by her I was going to and for us to fish and get to the kitchen table. Now I'm fine I don't fucking care who watches but clearly he was so far beyond scared it was almost funny. We walked in the kitchen and sat down. It sounded like she was deliberate in asking me about what she saw. I answered with I was invited over and you caught me doing what I love. Her son who's late.