But tonight, that has all changed.I had a fantasy I wanted to live out. To sit at a bar, and watch my wife make out in a dark corner with another man....Tonight I told her about this, and despite a lot of hesitation, she had just done this for me, and a lot, lot, more for me. And now we were walking the guy she made out with (hell, lets get it clear, sucked off in a crowded bar!) back to our hotel room. I am so looking forward to another of my nasty little fantasies, watching my wife making love. Friday at quitting time they couldnt leave the office quick enough to go relax so they all meet up and have their drinks while a C&W band is playing and there are a few guys that every so often would come and dance with the girls, Marie caught the eye of a young cowboy of about mid 20s who was there with a group of his friends he would come and ask her to dance being a woman that loves to cut a rug and break loose and probably the margaritas already in her she would accept each time , I should. He turned up at the cafe with his son Holt in tow, nasty guy that man. Thought I was after money but I just wanted to get to know my Dad. Holt offered me so much money to disappear and not come back, said his Mother didn't need to know of his Fathers drunken mistake. I turned him down obviously, I worked out an agreement with our Father, I would stay away and he would rent me an apartment and pay for my studies, he said he would visit me often, but once I moved in to the place he stopped. Since the weather made flying back to ... wherever Cassandra lived, impossible until morning, we were staying one more night in Iowa, which neither pleased me, nor made me feel safe from the trash that worked for Iowa Children's Services.What I wanted was to be far away from Iowa. I really preferred to be in another time zone, or on another continent.Cassandra had an agenda. We checked in and went to our suite while the bags from our shopping trip were delivered along with Cassandra's luggage..