.. I mean...”“Fine,” Clint growled. “A man shouldn’t hesitate. He needs to be in control. Make decisions.” He snatched up the red rope. �...Watch.”Mrs. Armstrong gasped as he pushed her down onto belly, her breasts flattening on the ground. Her hips wiggled from side to side. He pulled her arms behind her back and bound her wrists together. She shuddered as he wrapped them up, braiding the rope around her arms as he worked higher and higher.“Oh, wow,” groaned Mr. Armstrong as he watched Clint work. Nothing was on Matt's schedule so he accepted the offer. Bill wrote out instructions on how to find their house. They shook hands with each other with Rita's very soft hand lingering in Matt's hand for a moment and said they would see him tomorrow. Matt was starting to feel some stirrings he shouldn't be having because he knew Rita was married.Back at his house he made himself a sandwich and thought about his time here. It was beautiful country and he had met some interesting people. He thought. That was also a stupid question. She was talking about Randall here."Giving and receiving, oh yeah. As wake me ups go, it sure beats an Americano," he said through a lascivious grin as he swirled his coffee mug in his hand. He bounced his brows and angled a sly smile at Willow. "Come to think of it, I've beaten off a few Americanos."Willow managed to avoid laughing at the horrid pun. She knew Randall liked to exaggerate his promiscuity --play up the flamboyant bi-sexual stereotype-- because it. She had never let on that she wanted more, and from someone else. But now Jim was faced with proof that this was the case. The various excuses she made to go out to the store or to visit her parents, the whispered discussions on the phone in the other room, and her impatience with him at times had made him suspicious. But now that he had followed her to their friend Steve’s house, had crept around to the bedroom window, and peeked in, there was no room for doubt. There was his wife in the.