Before it gets soaked."Back in the garage, I tried to get a blanket out from underneath three dogs. I was able to get Queenie to sit down on the floor...but I ended up having to yank it out from under the two pups. Bozo's name made sense.Once I had the blanket and called the dogs, I had no problem getting them out of the garage and into the house. Queenie looked a bit unsure but came in when I used her name. She went over to Mom and got a pat, then lay down and sighed when I put her blanket down.. " He told her as he rested a large dark brown hand on her knee. "I am here to make it all real for you." Please no." She said with faltering voice.His hand lifted from her knee and reached for the key on the table. Moments later her wrists were free. "That's okay." He told her as he let go of her wrists and handed her the key.Laura gasped again but for different reasons now."You might regret it though," he told her. "You would have enjoyed what I had planned."She shifted in her seat and felt. He pulls away and turns; she turns as well as they break apart. They hadn't realised that you had been watching but they don't care either. Taking him by the hand she walks towards you to access the bedroom stairs. When she approaches you she stops for a moment and kisses you; with her hand still clinging on to his, she kisses you on the lips and whispers "Goodnight."The night has finally arrived. You watch them climb the stairs together; your wife first, leading the way and her lover. Last, by the end of the week I want you to get 'Slut' tattooed on your back right shoulder. The both of you will be 'out' about this."I looked at my husband and said, "Go fetch the camera and tripod, bitch." After he left I looked at Travis and said, "I'll do all that and one better... when you want me to fuck me, call my cell phone. I'll drop what I'm doing to fuck men. Prostitution is legal here so, if you can sell me, please do so."Within a few minutes Ron had returned and set up the camera.