Sure, that was just grand opera, but it was verismo opera—meant to parallel the truth—and the scenario was pretty readily accepted as realistic. A...d with about half the country already supporting torture as an acceptable means of extracting information from suspected—only suspected!—terrorists, I wouldn't submit a goldfish to that type of "interrogation."Come to think of it, that wasn't about to change—either my own views or the serious possibility of that kind of response if Asmedogh clammed. ’ ‘It’s not that way, Miles, not that way at all. When my company was sold, they bought all my shares. I am now a rich man, a rich man who is near death. And my two sons will still own the winery, it will be leased to the new corporation. You will be in Italy, first, to see your wife Mary. Then I expect that you will be looking at small vineyards, as my agent, to either buy or lease vineyard acreage. My lawyers have set up a trust fund and a new corporation that will survive my death. We have. We had met through work and initially the sex life was great. We split after 4 years partly because sex had become non existent. When we got back together we tried to keep the sex life as active as possible but generally we did it in missionary position. There had been some extreme experiences for example the time J gave me a handjob on a naturist beach in Fuerteventura and the time she had set up a blanket in the garden for us to fuck outside. Also sometimes I would come home from work to find. Rick arrived one Saturday afternoon, looking a couple of inches taller and a lot more confident. He told us he'd been practising what we'd taught him with a girl he'd met the day after. It wasn't anything serious, and he hadn't breathed a word about us, but he said he felt more manly thanks to us. Bless."We think you're doing great too, in fact, we feel this will be your graduation day. One more lesson, and a test. Are you game?" I asked."A test?" Rick stammered slightly, "What kind of test?.