"Then I had to stop, because she was still blocking the bottom of the stairs."Sorry," she apologized again, getting out of the way."It's okay, squirt,... I assured her, turning toward the kitchen. She was still at the bottom of the stairs when I came back with my books and trombone. "If you've got any questions, I'll be in my room."A few minutes later there was a timid tap on my door. I blanked my computer screen - a chick in a bathing suit danced on the monitor.Thinking maybe I should get rid of. My publisher had arranged this tour and had given me a credit card to cover expenses which ultimately would come out of my royalties. It was a three week tour with a book signing in a major bookstore chain every other day. On the alternate day, I drove from one suburb of a major city to the next one. So on this Monday night, I was now two more signings away from being able to go home. I had gained five pounds from eating hotel and fast food and had signed my pseudonym more times than I cared to. " But I wouldn't do that!!!" Annie protested. "It is just the sex that is the problem." No, Annie, it is not. Control is the problem. You sat here promising that there was nothing no matter how unpleasant that your husband wouldn't do if he would work and you could stay home. Now we have gone from anything to all except this one thing now. When will your promise change again? What will be so inconvenient that you will change your mind? He has worked and made it possible for you to stay home and. Ben didn't say anything as he stood up and started to unfasten histrousers.He watched Susan as she smoked her cigarette and exhaled the smokeslowly into his face, toying with him, he thought.He pushed the chair back with the backs of his thick legs and bent topull off his shoes. He then stood up straight again, towering over her.Susan watched him as he took off his shirt, exposing his broad,muscular, hairy chest and powerful, thick arms. She was almosttrembling with excitement as she took a.