Here we were, woman and man, striving for a kind of completeness. A unity. Our bodies yearning, our minds reaching. Peter had it first but that night ...n his bed I saw what went on between us also. I saw it and I dived right in. No second thoughts. ************************************************** With a deep breath, I noticed out my bedroom window, that the rain had started again. I was enjoying my moment but reality came like a mighty blow. I had seen Peter with another woman today. And he. Now it was decision time. I'd given Annabelle the deal not meaning to keep it. I needed her to go back to her sister's so I could get the material I needed for a divorce. I'd spent the last couple of months protecting my assets as best I could. With the audio and video I now had in my possession the divorce should be a slam-dunk in my favor, but anyone who places any trust in our court system is a fool. I had to weigh things and see what would be the most cost-effective way to go. A good lawyer. To the first of many males to be exhibited alone, in gloriously public penance for his crimes ... and those of his gender.” Creed’s anus tingled at the plug, as if to clarify the purpose so recently described by Constance, as he felt the pompous and elated glare of the women focus upon him, Beatrice’s words not only confirming the reality of his appointment with the gallows, but also justifying the righteousness of the deed, simply due in part, to his masculinity. She heaved her breasts as she. I’ve seen tits before…I mean, breasts. I’m sorry you went to the bother.” “I bet you’re sorry, Bob.” She laughed and he laughed too. “My ex had hers pierced, little barbells in her nips. It was cute. You have anything like that?” “No, just my belly button. Pierced nipples would be nice. I’ll do it some day.” “Maybe your man can give you them for your birthday, or somethin’.” “Not anytime soon. We’re counting every penny. You know, the mortgage, student loans, gas.” “I hear you, Emily. And.