No problems just to talk.She did it and went upstairs when Maheesh came in I offered a few drinks (he called them pegs) of tequila and told him simply...what I thought. I felt bad she had been hiding her whole life with this guy first in India then in motels here. It seemed cheap and no need since I know knew. He can hang out with my wife here but nowhere else. Watch TV, fuck, whatever they do.I will go outside and water the lawn or work so they won’t be disturbed. He was really cool. He wasn’t. If I hadn’t switched to my fingers I would have. Why?”“You got little girl juice all over your little soldier,” she said. “Is that all from me?”Brock hazarded a glance toward his middle. He might as well have shot off in his Fruit of the Looms. It wouldn’t have made any more of a mess.But Merie was laughing uproariously again.“Damn,” she said. “That’s going to leave a mark.”“If your dad sees it I doubt that will be only mark left,” Brock said without humor.“It’s all right, sweetie,” Merie told. . all of your peers combined do what you do! That's phenominal!" Is that why you're banging my wife now?" I shot back. He could flatter me all he wanted, but I wanted to know what this had to do with this week."In a way, yes," he replied, matter of factly, before continuing. "You're being promoted too, to my position. It's already been approved by the board." My eyes went wide. Eric easily made $100,000 more than me per year on salary alone. "I'm fucking your wife because I need to have. I knew in another year or so I would have to replace the whole thing and I did not relish the idea in the least. Lunch was a couple of cold sandwiches and chips chased down by an ice cold beer. I was pretty tired and the day was getting pretty hot, maybe it would be in the upper ninety's and not a cloud in the sky. A quick cool shower and I wrapped a towel around my waist and went out to the porch where I could sit in the shade and under a ceiling fan to cool down. I lay back in the lounge.