We calmed down and hugged, the stage having been set for the coming Friday, when she would break a date with me to go out with Alan instead. The break...p day would be the following Friday, when Gerri would break the news to me during a dinner date.I'd kept Kendall up to date on the progress of the breakup. And I tried not to notice that her flirting and teasing were decreasing the closer the ending date with Gerri approached.It came to be two days before the climactic event, and I couldn't help. It was warm and childlike while showing a hint of trouble. When she moved to sit up and enjoy the wonderful meal, she realized she wasn’t wearing any clothes. As if he read her mind, he asked, ‘Would you like to borrow a shirt?’ He handed her a soft flannel work shirt and then said with a wink, ‘I forgot the forks, be right back.’ She held his shirt to her face and breathed in his aroma…a mixture of smells, something like tree bark with a hint of motor oil. She thought it was wonderful. She. I actually loved when my wife did this. It was here way of showing her dominance at the table, and showing off her cuckold sissy. She lit a cigarette and offered me one, which she lit for me with her lighter. Then she told me to take my shoes off, and put my feet in her lap. I did as I was told. I felt her slid a pair of handcuffs onto my ankles, and heard the slight, slow clicking sound. In the quiet atmosphere of the steakhouse, each click sounded like a gunshot. I was sure everyone could. Another mistake, well, from his point of view,” said Blake.“Okay, he hates you. So... ?” she said.“Well, like I said, we want him to not hate us and to join the family, hopefully; and I mean with you in it, the family that is,” he said. Marian Carton rocked back against the backbar.“I don’t know you, Mister Willis. But like I said, I’m on Julian’s side. His friends are my friends. His not-friends are not my friends,” she said.“I’ve had you checked out, Marian. Can I call you Marian?” he said..