.. ... and I knew exactly where to find the blood that would be spilled.It took a few weeks to build an airtight case. Those weeks were pure torture ...ecause I needed the relief that would come only after I spent a few days with those responsible inside a locked, soundproof room.The pastor once said, “All things come to him who waits...”He was oh so right.It was either very late, or really early. Take your pick.The room was very dark.It didn’t matter how much light bathed the lone figure.Light. Tuesday night, as the week before, my husband asked me if it was ok for him to go and have a few beers with his pals, John and Peter, I told him it was ok, that I'd call over to my friend and have a glass of wine or two, he had a shower and dolled himself up, he smelled like a fucking perfume factory when he came out of the shower, this was no few beers with the boys I thought to myself, but said nothing, off he went, and I phoned my friend to come collect me in her car, we were like to private. Returning to the open blinds, I stood there gazing at his muscular body. Looking through my closet, I found a hot little sun dress that simplywrapped around my body. It would allow him to see my ass and even allow my dark nipples to flash through. I noticed it barely covered my boobs, I slowly wrapped it around my body.I wanted to entice him, knowing that my cleavage would be fully visibleand that my shapely ass would be barely covered.Grabbing a pair of high heels, I went out to the front door. Usually, there is also a quick visit for a day or so to La-la land as I adjust. I then wait two weeks or so as the deeper cycles of my brain chemistry adjust and determine if the change is good or bad. A couple of weeks ago, my meds were adjusted. The results.I’m still not sweating though I seem to get a little dampness here and there but no sweat. I’ve already almost accidentally cooked myself once, due to the temp rising so slowly that I didn’t notice until I realized I was fairly light.