“Where's Wilma and where's the fuckin money? ““Fuck you, “ I replied. Short and to the point as ever. A snappy retort I thought given my posit...on.“Fuck me?” said Connelly, looking to his partner-- Weak Knees Willy- a killer with notoriously bad knees. “Fuck me he says. You hearing this motherfucker? ““Ray, I'm starting to get a headache, “ I muttered. “Stop screwing around. We both know you ain't gonna drop me. ““That right, Micky? “ snarled Connelly. “Drop this piece of shit. “And he did- Weak. Her eyes sparkled in the candle light and she knew she is playing with fire. However, she took a drink of her wine and licked her lips tantalizing. She wanted me to crave her, to drive me crazy like I had done her so many times. Pushing back the chair, she got up on her heels and walked over to me, swaying her hips, watching as my eyes drag down to them, lingering on her breasts. She leaned down in front of me, meeting my eyes with her own, letting her breasts spill forth from the dress. It seems swingers in the lifestyle had a significantly lower divorce rate. Couples in cuckold relationships had an even lower divorce rate and had a much higher marital satisfaction rate.Me: thank you for taking the time to do this. You come highly recommended.Bull: glad to do it. I remember how hard it was for me when I went to Grad school.Me: What field did you study? What do you do?Bull: I'm an Engineer.Me: wow, that's impressive. Bull: yeah, most people are surprised when they hear that.Me:. He quickly mixed up a burrito bowl for both of us and we sat at the kitchen table to eat. I had a dozen questions I wanted to ask, but we talked about running and Robert as we ate. I kept looking at him and smiling. I cleared the dishes and loaded his dishwasher. He nodded to his living room and indicated we should sit in there. I braced myself for the worst.We sat on the couch and talked. He wanted to know about me, about the heaviness I was carrying, and about how I came so much. I had.