You screw that up and I’ll crush you. It’s that simple Jerry. At least it is to me, and I’m the Publisher. You can do what you want to. This is ...merica. But I can do what I want to as well, and that includes going after somebody who tries to mess with that happiness.”The photographer, possibly a lot smarter than Jerry, had already pulled open the back of his camera and was pulling a strip of film out into the daylight. “Damn, I ruined the film.” He looked at Brad. “Sorry ... boss. I promise. "Brad glared at him, "I thought you promised to never tell her about that."They all laughed and Brad suggested that they go into the office.Carl had Amy sit at the desk and reached for his briefcase and pulled out a thick stack of papers. Most had the blue cover page that lawyers liked to use to protect the documents. He sat the stack of papers on his lap and told her that Brad had instructed him what he wanted her to sign and that most of the paperwork was what a husband and wife needed to. What caused me the most pain, other than the actual cheating itself, was how Susan's friends were in on it. It was like some sordid conspiracy, the way they lied and helped Susan cover her tracks. I had no idea that Susan was doing any of the things Rocco told me about. Without him I would still be in the dark. Susan's friends had always been friendly with me, their husbands had associated with me. Their involvement may have been the most severe and painful part of the whole thing, other than. Instead she lay prone on the floor and was silent except for the rhythmic slapping sounds of wet flesh as I enthusiastically violated her asshole. Some things do require punctuality, however. I have to walk briskly in train stations, to avoid being distracted and missing my departure. But even then I find ways, such as the family of four who took an unexpected intercity trip. Three of them (mother, father, son) sat in second class and slept soundly while the daughter joined me in a private.