“Tell me now” she demanded. She sounded as some one who always had her ways. I stuttered “Sumathi and her friends…”She quickly went to Kala ...nd examined her. It didn’t take her long to sum up the injuries. She was getting angrier by the minute. “Oh my God. What have they done to this poor girl?” She then turned around and said, “Close and lock the door behind you and don’t open it to any one else” and stormed out of the room. We both were sacred not knowing what was happening. I locked the door. She blames me, but I don't see it. She says I try to hard to fuck her and that turns her off. But I went six months without trying last year....subject never came up. Its like Susan just doesn't have a sex drive.A few weeks ago I got spam email for something called the 'Splitter'. Normally I would have deleted it, but I was desperate. The attached video never explained what the product was, just that it was designed to kick-start the sex drive of married couples who has 'lost that spark'. When. We had girls sitting in every chair, in our laps and even in the floor around our table. Garrett was buying drinks for all of them. It was like three, Arab Shiek's with a harem. The alcohol flowed constantly. The more they drank the wilder they got. Cheri was up dancing on the table and the bartender told us to get her off the table. She was out of control. I tried to calm her down and she called me a "party pooper".As the night drew to an early close, due to work the next day, we left. Cheri. He and his wife Jenny were very kind to us when we moved in next door with a young family, and Jenny would often babysit for us if we wanted to go out for the evening. Sadly, Jenny died five years ago after a long illness just ten months before Frank’s seventy fifth birthday; however, Frank felt that she would still want him to continue with the planned celebration, although it became more a memorial of their fifty years of happy marriage, and he spent much of the evening reminiscing about.