He led Dylan around the next building and towards the alley.Devonsville was a small town. The business district was about a block long, with maybe fif...een small stores. Behind that was pretty much nothing ... a few acres of field, and then the treeline. The houses, the rest of the town, started a few hundred feet on down.Clipper saw a man, standing in the field. He saw two more, as he passed further down the building. To his amazement, the men all had their hands in the air. Not real high, he. I had all the toppings I remembered him liking. Almonds, caramel and chocolate, M&M’s and broken waffle cones. His smile when he took in the spread made me feel a little better about the whole thing.’ ‘I’m sorry to interrupt, but since when did you start eating bananas?’ ‘I didn’t eat any bananas. I just had vanilla ice cream and caramel. And of all things I’ve said, you needed to clarify that?’ ‘Actually, I did. I’m just trying to make sure you aren’t becoming a conformist.’ ‘Whatever, I was. You are researching to help me write a piece of fiction. You don’t have to get to the truth, you have to help me make up a plausible story line. I need you to gather all the information available and then help me to make sense of it. That’s all your job is now,” Alison suggested.It was a shock to me. It put me back into the seat of a paper pusher. “Then you don’t need me at all. I will let you read those records yourself,” I threatened.“Look, I wouldn’t have brought you in, if I didn’t feel. .but...I only want...” my wife stammered.“You are nothing but a dirty little whore, I OWN you, whore, you WILL do what I say! Do you understand, bitch?” I heard him command her.Hanging her head, I heard my wife answer “Yes, I'm a dirty little whore and I will do what ever you say, with who ever you tell me to, any time you tell me to.”“Good, now here are the rules, bitch.” he told her “From now on, you will never let your husband touch you with his cock...you can stroke his cock if he calls me.