As far as that goes, he was going to die anyway, so what'd he have to lose? And I thought I was dreaming the whole thing, I wasn't exactly awake to be...judging whether it was wise." I guess... ," she said, still dubiously. "He has more control than he told me, doesn't he?"I shook my head again. "I don't think so. He got me when I was sleeping and encouraged me to see it all as a dream to make it easier for him to persuade me. But it was still persuasion, not command. And in the end it wasn't. Jenkins!” they announced in unison. One or two of them had broad grins on their faces. I recovered my poise some and greeted them in return.“Why hello boys!” I continued into the room and placed a beer on the coffee table in front of two of them. As I did so, I felt my blouse open and saw them both stare intently at my exposed cleavage. I lingered a little, giving them a nice eyeful, then stood up and returned to the kitchen.“What are those boys doing here?” I asked the Principal. I told him that I had to run some "bigger city" errands. We laughed and made plans to meet for a late lunch that day. The next couple of days went by so slow. And I know it was because I was so ecstatic about my upcoming trip. The day came and I left the house after seeing my husband off to work. As I was driving fantasies were unfolding in my head. I had to get a grip on myself, because my excitement was making it hard to drive. I arrived in the "city" and ran my errands. I had an hour to. When she turned around, Bert saw she had a largehunting knife in her hand. She started walking towardthe bed. He was frozen as she saw Margie quickly jumpoff and run to the far side of the room.“That’s it, you bitch,” said Margie, going after her.“Get over in that corner way over there. You told methere would be no rough stuff, you lying piece ofcrap. I should cut you into little pieces. Bert!”He was sitting in the chair looking at Margie andWinnie in a daze..