I tried ginger ale and crackers to settle the churning in my stomach, but it didn’t help.I sat in my chair in the living room. I heard her car door....The front door opened, and I looked at her. Her face scanned the mess, the holes in the wall, and the clear look of rage on my face. She looked sad and I knew she’d been crying. But then I saw something I had never seen before—something I never wanted to see—something I hope I’d never see again.She was afraid. She was horrifyingly afraid of me.Beth. ” I toasted my master as he tentatively tasted it. “ It Is champagne!” He seemed shocked. “Of course! Nothing but the best for my master!” I smiled at him.”Would you like to be rescued now master?” I asked. “Er not just yet! I haven,t had any pussy in months. Could you help take care of that?” “ Of Course Master. I haven,t had a cock in over 300 years so it,ll be a pleasure.” I did my trick with my nod and a bed appeared atop an inflatable mattress with a cover over the top to provide shade. “We’d prefer if you stayed,” Wendy replied, her hand touching Alex’s soft face.“Maybe my giving that boy a blow job was too much for you to see,” Karen said.“It certainly was quite surprising,” she admitted.“As you’re beginning to notice, we’re quite a sexual family,” Dan added.“Mom, I could get a 45,000 dollar bonus for signing my first NHL contract!” Brad mentioned.“That’s a lot of money for you. We’ll make sure it’s wisely taken care of,” Karen said.A short while later, the doorbell chimed. It was the girl who had worked at a local corp as a sales manager, whose rotten-ass boy friend had posted their sex pics, with her real name and phone number, on the net. Of course only the ones that didn't show his face. She, as I said earlier, had left town humiliated.I decided against asking our mutual friends, so as not to spook her, tried Google first but only her old jobs turned up ... figures she would change her name ... but I had another trick. I knew a guy who knew a guy at IRS ....