“And that means, Richard that if you have to fuck her to make sure she has a good time, then fuck her you must.” I was stunned. My wife was giving...me permission — suggesting, in fact — to fuck her best friend. And she was adamant, her tone stridently positive.I blinked but, with a grin spreading on my lips, I quickly said, “If I have to fuck Carole, then I will.”Sally and I continued chatting and this was when she got even bolder. “There’s something I need to tell you, Richard.” There was. I told her not to worry id come back another day and she said "don't be silly you have keys, when your finished lock up after you" ...this my nylon loving friends Was music to my ears, although id have to be careful i reckon a quick sneaky look at her undie drawer would be the order of the day So Katy left and I got on with the jobs, first the dripping tap a quick fix a new washer 5 minute job, while I was in the bathroom I spied the wash bin I thought I may get lucky and find some smelly. And just like that no one would ever see Eleanor Johan again .... at least never as she had been.The first steps of my initiative were nearly over. For a little investment in personnel - long on muscle and thankfully short on brains - I had sent the object of my desire to her fate, and secured one more way to finance the whole operation. I pulled the keys to my DB12 from my coat pocket and headed out to The Foundation.-----Chapter 2Calling my "workspace" The Foundation started half-heartedly. "Alan Zimmer's been skiing well lately, though." Ja, he has. Got fourth in Innsbruck. I'm Otto, this is Wilhelm." I'm Warren, this is Sophia." You stay with us, ja, see skiing with Austrians?" Yeah," said Sophia, "It'll be fun. As long as you don't mind us cheering for Alan Zimmer." Sure," Otto said, "for silver or bronze!"Sophia and Warren stayed with the Austrian ski fanatics, and Sophia was right--they had a blast. One of the Austrians had brought some sort of grill, and, the next thing they.