.. other duties,” Margret’s eyes blazed with lust, making both Zoe and me laugh.“Yeah, I get your meaning there. I’m not going to work Larry s... hard that he’s no good in bed. For me or the rest of us. But he will have some work. An idle conk is a troublemaker waiting to happen, I think,” Zoe agreed.“My sentiments exactly,” I grinned right then.“Hey, I’m more than willing to work. But, yes, getting fed and laid will help with my mood,” Stacey spoke up again.“Yes, I’m sure,” I coughed and. The moment it opens you’re startled. A loud rattling and creaking is coming from upstairs and with horror, you hear your pretty wife cry out as if in pain. Is there an intruder?! Is he attacking her?You somehow can’t even bring yourself to move. What will you do? You consider for a shameful, pathetic moment, leaving again through the front door and finding a man to help. Anyone who isn’t you. You glance around and the creaking and squeaking is only getting louder and more hurried, now joined by. ” She winks, gives me a kiss that meets my passion, but quickly breaks our embrace with a bite on my lip.Smiling, and stepping up onto the table, she faces the full-length mirror and begins a slow striptease dance. The soft-lit room enhances her movements, the shadows from candlelight flashing across her skin. I ease back into my chair, swirling my bourbon on the rocks before enjoying its long warm finish. I swallow hard.She turns to face me, swaying and gyrating and begins her exercise. She wouldn’t talk to me and seemed to make a point of not noticing me. It was a pretty sick and sad story, one that was almost as difficult for Sarah to relate to me as it had been for Fredericka to share with Sarah.Even if she wouldn’t talk to me Fredericka didn’t object when sometimes I sat in a chair nearby with my coffee.“I know I was a pain in the butt to my folks,” she began. “Not like my sisters who were perfect little angels. Bullsh--.”“Hey, Fredericka, easy on the language, OK?” Sarah.