HE told Deana, “Why pay for an apartment when she could live at home for nothing?” She never mentioned it to him again, but she knew she was going...to do it somehow, and in the near future. Then she could do whatever she wanted every night, smoke at home, and even drink, if she wanted to.Deana was thinking of all the joys of having her own place when the little light blinked on. She pressed the button, and asked. "Yes can I help you?" "Will someone come down and empty this damn pee bottle? It's. We can both hear groaning in the lounge."This is not what we agreed." He says anxiously.I open the bags. "Your wife is not a slut. She is a beautiful, intelligent lady with sexual fantasies like all of us. Whether or not she fulfils them is her business. She should be respected at all times. Do you agree with that slut?"He nods his head."Do you think you have cheapened her and taken her for granted over the last 18 years?"He begins to cry."And these clothes. For fuck's sake. She is your wife. "No idea, but I will think of something I'm sure," I did at least smile again. Wilson and I were finding places to fish. It was enjoyable. I was really learning how to relax for the first time in a long time. Problem was, it gave me too much time to think about Liam and his watery grave.I was a little depressed I knew it, but I wasn't planning to give in to it. So Wilson and I went out that evening to see what the fancy lounges of Jefferson Island were like. The night life left something to be. A burst of rain hit him. He watched the sea as he slowly pissed into the sand. Why couldn't he piss faster than this? It would come out slow as long as he was hard. At last the stream picked up speed. Ahh... The morning piss: One of life's more underrated pleasures.He was as wet as if he'd come from the showers. Absolutely sopping. And the lightweight white drawstring pants were transparent. He shrugged mentally. At least the flag pole was down."Take them off before you come in here! You're.