When I say they were usually here, I’m not kidding. I make a really good living, and Rowan was the darling of the art critics, so her gallery shows ...rought in a lot of money—and her brother is an investment banker. When she died, the amount we received for the wrongful-death suit would have been almost indecent, except that I wanted to make those bastards bleed as much as I could, and it was clear they only bled green. That went into investments, too, since we’d always lived fairly modestly.. " What about the other woman?" asked Jolene.Marcus sighed and started pacing again. "That one came on to me like a freight train. At one point, she grabbed my ass in the elevator. I ignored her as a matter of course, but she just saw it as a challenge." So," asked Jolene, "what did she say you did on her complaint?" She came into my office around two o'clock one afternoon and asked me, point blank, if I wanted to fuck."Jolene raised an eyebrow. "And, you took her up on it?" No," said Marcus, "I. Of course it was all bullshit!The idea that Masculinity is somehow an outgrowth of biological processes is a similar fallacy. Sorry to get academic on you, but on this score the academics happen to be correct: Masculinity is a construct.And what is constructed can be deconstructed. Take you for instance: you were raised in a culture that abhors men who fail to live up to the ideals of Masculinity, and yet you have a fantasy of seeing your wife get fucked by another man. Maybe you're going. His Mistress stopped hitting her hand and Sam looked up obediently, his wants apparent. She smiled at him. Though, not a nice smile. Sam opened his mouth to speak and received a hard slap against his cheek. He took it; hardly wincing. The red mark slowly faded, leaving a pink remnant. "Take off your clothes." She said, turning on her heel. She walked barefoot, wearing only a black bra and black boyshorts. Black fishnet stockings clipped to the bottom of her boyshorts, making her legs.