She was the only thing on my mind all day. As soon as 8 o'clock got here, you wouldn't want to be the unlucky soul that's in the way of me and my wife... When 8 o'clock finally got here, I ran to my car. I got home within a few minutes. The front door was unlock. When I opened I was greeted with the sight of my wife sitting on the couch, wearing a very sexy red robe. "Well hello handsome," she said this smiling at me. I walked over to her, wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close to. We sat close together, our bodies lightly touching, obviously comfortable in each others space. I enjoyed gently stroking your thigh over the fabric of the sarong you had put on and could tell you were softly aroused by the touch. The conversation drifted here and there and eventually we started to discuss our deepest fantasies. You asked me what I dreamed about and, pausing to gather a bit of courage, I mentioned my fantasy of watching two women make love and joining in with them. I saw. And to answer your next question, that is EXACTLY why I’ve managed to work myself into what amounts to frothing insanity over psychoactive or mood-altering drugs. I am positive somebody will recommend them some day, and the only real chance I have of staying off them and functioning is if the diet, exercise, and sleep regimens work, and I have people around to keep me ‘in bounds’.”“Because the diagnosis is based on how well you function, more than anything.”“That and being a danger to myself or. Can a corporation of this caliber have such a scandal in the works? I knew Mr. Greg had something up his sleeves ever since he took control of this division. He got contractors to install security cameras all around the department. Even in employee washrooms, which were ones that inspectors didn’t seem to be able to see. Is he trying to watch our every move? I don’t even know who was watching us. It’s not like Mr. Greg had a set of screens built in the walls of his office. Somebody out there.