One day in particular however, I had just finished doing some clearing up in the garden and needed to take a shower and clean up. Whilst I was in the ...hower I didn’t hear Jay come home and put her car in the garage. Nor was I aware that Vicki had come back to ours with her. At this point I have to describe a little of our home. We live in a bungalow which means our bedroom is level with the garden but as it is quite secluded and no one can see in we hardly ever draw our curtains whilst getting. " What do you mean, 'be nice'? Am I supposed to sleep with him?" No, no. Nothing like that. He will almost certainly have his own woman with him, and she will probably be about half your age. Just don't make anti-Nazi remarks, or be nasty to her." Anyway, why does it matter that he is not of the old Prussian nobility? I'm not a snob," she asked angrily."No. That's not the problem," he replied, "He is not like the majority of senior officers; he is a peasant, and uneducated German farm. He was making that crappy European beer anyway, so I didn’t really give a shit or nothing, but it was pretty uncool for him not to share. He was also turning lawn clippings into killer bud, but he wouldn’t share that with me either, not even when Joey got clipped by the feds and my supply line ran dry. That’s when I first figured that Jesus was kinda an asshole. Back when he first moved in, I figured that he’d do some kinda magic and keep the place clean, or maybe get some of them baby angels. Then I felt another sharp pain , it happened eight times. After the last time she removed my blindfold. What the Hell was all that I protested. She said none of your business. I looked around to see if I could tell what had caused that terrible pain. She had hidden what ever it was. I looked at my penis but nothing looked wrong. Just then my wife untied her robe and let it fall to the floor. She was dressed in what she was wearing to the party. A black corset that pushed her tits up and.