His wife, who doesn’t grill herself, enjoys his grilled food. She praises his ability to consistently grill the food to the perfect degree of donene...s. The man has used the same grill for a few years and his wife thinks the old grill looks kind of ugly. She saw a grill in a store that looked nicer, so she asks him questions about how the old grill is doing. “Does it still work well?”, that sort of thing. The man says there are things that don’t work as well as they used to, but everything’s. And that’s an order.’ That made her chuckle and feel more secure. ‘Yes, master.’ He smiled at her. ‘Tell your father we’ll sort this out. I have a hunch and I’m going to see Ramirez, our IT guy.’ he said, started the car and drove off to her home. *** ‘Come on in.’ said Ramirez when Jean-Marie arrived at his home. He lived in a simple house, even though he was paid very well and had told Jean-Marie before that he didn’t like too much luxury, with the exception of his multimedia room and his. There was something wrong with his left wrist, also, the joint looked odd, though it didn't hurt. It doesn't hurt yet, he amended the thought.You're old. You'd better call an ambulance, he thought, and tried to sit up. Dull pain flared into white heat from his left side, where he'd bounced off the stair. Oh shit! I've broken my hip.Resolute, Jack knew minutes would matter. Despite the pain, he pulled himself to the kitchen, sort of using his good leg to push while he pulled with his right arm.. Bad economy or no bad economy, she wanted that physical reassurance but it also made me begin to wonder. Minutes later as she orgasmed for the third time a plan began to take shape. Of course I wasn't about to share it with her just yet.Two days later I was was sharing a pizza at the local Pizza Palace with some guys from my class at school. Brad was there, of course, and Larry and Dobie whose real name was Frankie, but everyone called him Dobie for some reason no one could remember. Marty was.