Did you have a good laugh at my expense? Did all your whore friends laugh at the expense of their husbands? Did your breeding bulls laugh with you? Ar... you and they laughing now?Every time I held your children and loving called them the names of your fuck buddies you were showing me how much you hated me. Did you laugh when I did it? Did you smile at me but all the time you were laughing at me, your stupid husband? Every time I called them those names it was a lie you had me repeat thousands of. It was almost as if the Oriental woman had been schooled in the ways of delighting a man and indeed she had in her native Taiwan.Clay eagerly began walking from room to room in the well-equipped mansion. At last, he heard music in the large room where they usually entertained. The room was done in Italian provincial and as he entered he saw the lights had been dimmed and at first he didn't see his small wife. Usually they chose to hear classical music in this room because it seemed to go with. . ?” I turned to Ernie, but he interrupted.“Angel, let’s leave business discussions for business hours and enjoy our families today,” he said. I clamped my mouth shut as he handed Lily her plate of food. “Lily, it’s great to see you. How is your two-year-old?”By day a mild-mannered insurance salesman. By night...Fuck!The house on 23rd passed inspection the next week. Carla had seen to it that our request for multiple occupancy was approved by the zoning board. She’d actually had to get a ruling. We need to talk,” He said.I continued to shower, dreading facing my father. My surprise visit home was turning into a nightmare. Finally, I screwed up enough courage, got out of the shower, dressed and headed downstairs. I knew facing my father would be the hardest thing I had ever done.“Anthony, how much did you hear?” He asked.“Hear, what do you mean hear?” I responded.“Look, you had to walk right by my room on the way to yours. George and I were pretty loud. So, you must have heard.