The bed knocked into the beside table, spilling my rice everywhere, and Tento jumped down to eagerly lick it up. He was still riding, and I realised -...he didn’t love me; he just wanted a masturbation toy. I had some chocolates left from the bag and reached for them, as I groaned and he panted and yelped in domination and satisfaction, growling at his concubine conquest, and I started feeding the chocolates shakily up to him, as he ground away at me, and I was trying to mush them into his face. Just as she was about to close the door of the truck and call it a day, someone came walking her way. Not one to let even a single dollar escape, she put on a smile when the man approached and said, “Can I help you?”“I might be able to help you, actually.” He reached into a pocket and pulled out a flyer. “We’re looking for vendors to work an event, if you’re interested.”“Always,” Vanille said as she took the flyer and squinted at it in the dim light.“The event is in two weeks, so I’ll need you. That’s probably expected in such movies.”“My lovers get it anyway, so I’m already used to it.” She really looked happy while she laid all of this onto me.“I see. Good for you.”“Of course people might recognize me as your wife.”“That would be tough for me.”“You bet.”Grinning, she left me towards her bedroom. The room I hadn’t slept in for quite a while. I thought about my marriage. No sex with my wife in almost 2 years. She had plenty, of course, as she’s been cheating all the time. Then started. Now let’s get out of here and back to my place.’ The next morning we had breakfast together then mom and dad left to go home. I followed them as I had something hidden in their attic that even they didn’t know about. I wanted to retrieve it for future use. I stayed at home several days, sleeping in my old bedroom and bed from high school days. Mom was recovering. Dad and I had several long talks about my future. Nothing was said about my plans for justice. We just had a few days as family. Then.