For a long time this made sense to me. After all, he was the architect, and he was the one who paid attention to details, and I was just a girl. And, ...s he frequently reminded me, one prone to making mistakes."About 18 months before I left, I decided that maybe I needed to figure out a way to get some unrecorded funds of my own. Given the way things were set up at the time, there wasn't a chance in hell I could skim from the grocery or household funds. We had one checkbook for our joint. Jason went on to say how beautiful he thought my wife was back then and how beautiful she was right now. He said he had masturbated probably over a hundred times in the past several years thinking about fucking my wife. The funny thing was that my wife and I used Jason several times in our bedroom fantasies. It was some of the best sex we ever had. My wife would get so turned on that her orgasms where some of the most powerful ones she had ever experienced. She would even cry out Jason’s name. " Let's go back inside and start going through things unless you want to look at more houses." No, this one is right." Okay, it's the new Mathews family home." Not yet, Jack, but it will be. Inside." We went inside. "Jack, find me paper and pen, please." I did and she wrote "kitchen" at the top. "Now, what do we need to do to make this room ours?" I would like to paint it a brighter, cheery color." Okay, what else?" We went over the floor, cabinets, and countertop. We looked at the appliances.. Would you like a bit of the hair of the dog? Or maybe a bit of breakfast?”Suzy spoke up first, “Bruce, karma will get you about the booze. However, a piece of toast and tea will do me fine.”“How about you Matt, I know that you’ve missed Agnes’s mealtime, but I’m sure Marsha’s got some leftover mush that the baby rejected?”“Oh god,” I groaned, “A morning person. All I need is coffee, hot, black, and a lot of it.”“Carl, you’ve got your orders, move er out boy. And make it a pot of coffee. I’ll be.