She lit a cigarette. She usually only smokes when she drinks,but I don't think she had had a drink yet. She tossed the smoke and split. Now to retriev... the evidence.Weeks earlier I had mentioned a fantasy that came to me. It was great;fun and unique. It would put my wife in a whore's situation. I spent a few days thinking of the details and work involved getting things together. When I thought I had a good elevator pitch, I explained it to the wifey. She was reluctant, which I anticipated. I. Is it about me?" she asked."No, not at all," I said. "I just had some questions..." Do you want to come over for dinner?" she asked."Could we go out somewhere, just me and you?" I asked."OK, Mom," she said. "Let me just check with Master."She put me on hold and came back shortly, advising me that her master had given her permission to have dinner with me. We set up a time, and I said good-bye.I went to Jake and said, "Um, Jake, I just wanted to tell you that I am going out for the evening.". "Jason, please don't nerd-out again after sex, okay? It's really annoying."Jason fell silent, blushing.Richie smirked. "Nerd-out after sex?" Yeah, he always says something after sex, like 'wow, we always all cum together' or something like that." Well, we do," Jason protested in a weak voice."Melinda, don't be stupid," Heather snapped. "I don't mean right now. Please, I'm really close. This feels important. I mean big-time important. I felt like someone was trying to talk to me." Oh great, now. “A Muse?”“No, someone who will operate in the real world. She recently had a tragedy and she needs to get past it. She’s having trouble with that. Her name is Martha.”“You can’t just fix things?”“I wish, but what power I have is limited, sometimes frustratingly so. All you and I can do is guide and maybe persuade. But people have to have the ability to make their own decisions. Come on, we need to see someone who can help us help Martha.”. . .Right after school, she did what she usually did, or.