I should have known better. Ben had gone off the deep end and was very angry with Sarah and me. I should have just kept quiet and let him leave."Ben, ...ou can't mean that. Sarah loves you. She hasn't worked since that night at the club. Please stay and talk this all over with her. She needs you so much Ben." Fuck you whore. You both can go to hell. You led my wife, the woman of my life into this trashy lifestyle and then try to get me involved like this is normal. Now you are trying to tell me. "Well, Mr. Collins, do you have any idea why I sent for you thismorning?" "Um," biting my lip, I hesitantly shook my head negative, "um, no, Iah, don't think so sir." He looked doubtful at that. "Really? Mmmm. Well this morning right after first bell the securityguard at the main entrance confiscated a backpack from a certain Tyrone.He thought it was drugs, but it was actually a videotape." I lowered myhead, breathing hard. "He said he was just going to show it to some. . as if . . he got off on Jack almost catching them. Was it the spice of getting caught? Or some kind of kinky thing about Jack's voyeurism? Definitely something, and Harry was going to come clean with her, before he would cum in her again, she vowed. But now it was time to pop into the shower, and get clean herself. She was messy with sperm, and her own emulsions and sweaty. But her husband was dirty in his thinking, and soon enough, she would get that naughty laundry hanging out!* * * *. Then my dad came in and ruined all my fun. ‘Jazz stop it. Stop it now.’ He put his arms around me to make me stop. I struggled to get loose but couldn’t break my dad’s hold on me. ‘William sit in that chair and let’s see how bad your hurt,’ Dad ordered. Believe me when Dad uses that tone of voice you had better listen. ‘Let him up Dad, I haven’t ever started to beat on him. Let the asshole go!’ ‘Hush Jazz. Settle down. You broke his nose, isn’t that enough?’ Dad asked me. I shook my head no,.