There was the fact that sometime in the next few hours, Rebecca, his ex-wife, would receive a DVD of Dave and her having sex with a short note threate...ing to expose their affair if she didn't start treating him fairly when it came to the custody of their daughters. He was sure, once she saw it that Rebecca would insist on speaking to him and finding out exactly what he wanted. She would, of course, argue, cry, whine, bitch, yell and scream in order to get him to back down but Dave was sure he. Liz ran into the bedroom moments after Sarah, but for some reason, she couldn’t see where Sarah had gone.“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” Liz said in a sing-song manner.Liz looked around the bedroom. There was a queen-sized bed in the middle, the sheets still immaculate. There were drawers and a small dresser, and nothing else. Where could Sarah have gone? There were curtains hanging on one end of the bedroom, and from what she could tell, there was a door behind it. Liz walked quietly. For some reason, it seems I have no will to refuse herand end up slavishly yielding to her even though I shouldbe running away. It seems I always leave her uncle’soffice with the taste of her and some unknown man’s fuckslop in my mouth and the smell on my breath. Well now that we’re finally married and she’s wearingmy name, even though she’s carrying another man’s baby, I’mhopeful that marriage and motherhood will wean her awayfrom her promiscuous. She caught the front of my t-shirt and pulled it up. I lifted my arms, and she pulled the shirt up over my head. At the last moment, she twisted it and caught my hands behind my head. She sighed lustily as she first kissed my lips, and then turned to playfully bite my biceps and shoulders. Eventually, she let go of the shirt to run her hands up and down my chest as she kissed and nibbled. "I say you're wearing too many clothes," I declared as I threw my shirt aside. She smiled as raised her.