If she's not concerned why should I be?' the self-confidence of the thought was foreign to the neglected wife and maybe it was for that very reason th...t she embraced it.When Julia went from her knees to her tush it gave Melissa room to sit up as well. The fashion design grad looked from one heavy breasted woman to the other and realized that their hostess was right. The shock of the unexpected and literally breathtaking interruption had passed. The way the fashionista looked at it, nothing had. I stood up straight and went through the apartment, finally reaching the safe in the closet. In it was a nice sum of a thousand dollars, and I stuffed it in my pocket. I would put it away in my bank account for a rainy day. I went to the front door, checking if I left any traces of myself behind. I was wearing gloves, so no fingerprints. Check. My weapon of choice was hidden safely in my boot. Check. I smiled. I was nothing but careful, and that’s what kept me from being sent to death row. I. The dog that came forth eagerly ate what was in the bowl, snuffling and licking it all up until it was empty. Then, the Vizier turned to Sari.“You,” he said, and walked towards us, key in hand. “here.” He unlocked her shackles and led her towards the center of the room. “Now,” he said, pointing at a low, padded stool-like thing that sat off to the side. “take that, and put it in the middle of this circle. It is for your comfort.” She did as she was told, without a word. He smiled, and added... “It’s just so fucking stupid. I love my wife but, God damn it, she gets on my last fucking nerve. She doesn’t think about anything past a single moment in time. You know? She never takes a second to look down the road to see if something is going to bite her on the ass. It gets frustrating!”“I’m rapidly learning how you feel,” I said. “Liz is just learning to think as much about tomorrow as she does about today. In some respects, she plans everything out to the smallest detail. In others, she.