He was going to have a very stern talk with the Mrs. O’Donnell after breakfast. The devil take that Irish woman, she was very well going to be the d...ath of him. ‘Bloody Hell,’ he muttered quietly to himself, as he blinked at the bright light. Glancing down, he saw the decanter at his feet, only the barest traces of brandy left. Ah, how he would do anything for another glass of the liquid. Anything to rid of him of his foul humor. ‘Well good morrow to you too, Kelloch.’ A deep rumbling male. Unfortunately, she was so wired up, that paying attention to me or anyone else was simply not on the cards.I wandered down the street to a Starbucks and ordered a latte. As I was standing there, waiting on my order, minding my own business, she walked up behind me and gently poked me in the back with her political sign.“I’m sorry if I was a bit too loud,” she said as she sauntered up next to where I was standing.“Oh, that’s okay,” I replied, “you made things a lot more fun.”“So, you came to the. Five years until I die. Our sex life is getting worse. On the upside, Sarah is on the verge of an important discovery. She wants to give up, it’s hard to keep going like she is but I keep on encouraging her. She’s been working on this time stuff for five years now. She’s already been back in time once – on her own that is – but the machine’s complexity is pushing her to her limits.Yes, I could help her out, but really, what the fuck would a sex possessed personal assistant know. I keep pointing. "So, the bastard thinks he can fuck around on me and get away with it? Has he got another thing coming." I said to myself as I went into the garage and tore off a piece of pink fiberglass insulation that had been left over from our renovation. You know, the stuff that when exposed to bare skin causes severe irritation?I went up to our bedroom and into Jim's drawers. I took out each pair of briefs and rubbed the insulation into the crotch of his under ware. Once I had finished that, I also.