"Right now, you own a 1970 Buick Skylark Gran Sport convertible—and a mighty nice one at that—but you essentially have nothing," he continued. "Yo... are contributing no assets to the marriage. What do you think your fiancée is worth? Give me a ballpark figure. Andy? Joanne? Anyone got a guess?"There were no takers."All of his assets are listed right here: stocks, IRAs, pension fund, the house in the city, cars, cash ... you name it. How much do you think he's got?" Freddie flipped through the. "So we were eating this poor deceased chicken by our campfire when a strange and twisted thought came to us."Nodding his head in mock seriousness, Olaf said, "You know how infrequently Barson thinks, so any thought that comes to him is surely strange." And we are all waiting for Olaf to have his first thought, but I fear that I will be old and gray before that day," Barson replied nudging his friend in the side."But between the pair of us we managed to work out one thought that wasn't too. "Yes he does, Gil. He knows all about me because you've told him. I heard him in there talking smack about me," I said. "He didn't say anything bad about you, Herb. What are you talking about," she said. "He didn't refer to me as his little cuckold?" I said, "and yours. You don't think that that was an awful thing to call me, even as he was fucking you?" I said. "He didn't mean that in a mean way," she said. "He appreciates that you are my husband. Really." "He didn't mean it that way?. "I also took tomorrow off at work, in case, you know, if I can't go" I felt a stirring in my crotch already.She served me diner. Oysters on the half shell, and a baked loup de mer, my favorite fish. We washed this down with a bottle of Perrier Jouet, cuvee Belle époque, my favorite bubbly, which I had been reserving for a special occasion. I did let her have the bubbly, I did not think it would interfere.Not soon enough, I had her proceed to the basement, taking an ice bucket and my leather.