" I considered the possibilities for a moment. "I tell you what, rather than go up I-44 towards Springfield, let's stay on I-40 into Memphis. We can g...t in early and have one date night. You pick the restaurant, the after dinner dancing. I will even let you select my outfit. Tomorrow night, you are the man and I am your little girlfriend. I will give you the money to pay for things. I will hang on your arm and let you do with me what you will." I looked over and saw a bulge twitching in. "How about last Christmas when you refused to make love with me?" was my quiet and simple reply."Oh, so that's what this is about — sex! You are trying to use guilt to convince me that I have to have sex with you to demonstrate my love!" Martha's voice rose in volume and intensity.This was my opportunity to give her my viewpoint, so I wanted to make the most of it, as I explained it to her,"Is this about sex? Well, it is and it isn't. First, sex is only a part of it. My suspicion is that you. “You thought we were going to fuck?” she said and laughed lightly. “No silly. I’m going to fuck your dick. With this.” She pulled out something I immediately recognized as a Fleshlight. “Oh!” I said. I could feel my face turn red. My cock seemed nonplussed, as it twitched and bobbed right in front of her. “Oh, look at it,” Camille said and giggled. “It’s desperately searching for something, anything to pleasure it.” She added some lube to the opening of the Fleshlight, got down in front of me,. "Nothing from your waist down will ever work again. Payback's a bitch, asshole," he quietly hissed as he put the rifle in its case and calmly walked back to his truck, thinking about the places he planned to forever hide each piece of the weapon in. No one, and certainly not the bully, suspected the wimp that the bully had successfully harassed for years.Thus the assassin's career began. That had been years ago, but every time he started on a mission, he would remember. I really should go by.