’ I wasn’t too interested because I still had the unnerving feeling that things were not going to improve. The cab dropped me outside Angie’s a... just after 8 the following evening. She opened the door and was wearing a black suit with a white silk shirt and a dark blue tie which was pulled down from her neck a little. Her short black hair shone in the light over the doorway. She took in my cream linen jacket over a pale blue dress, knee length and her eyes wandered slowly down over stockinged. It was Penthouse Letters and the section she had turned to was "Some ones Watching." The letters were about husbands who liked to see their wives with other men. The scrapbook was full of letters that had been cut out of magazines and they were all about wife watching. I looked at Connie in confusion."What you are looking at is Ronnie's (her husband) biggest fantasy. He wants to watch me with another man. I haven't made up my mind yet, but I probably will do it for him."I shook my head in. “Get in,” she said after opening the door.“What are you doing here? Your Highness.”“I was just out for a drive,” lied Sharifa. The truth was that she had learned that while Dan Walton was a brilliant Professor one of his weaknesses was drink, the other was twenty-something females. The first he indulged in downtown sleazy bars such as the one he had just emerged from. Sharifa had secretly hoped that she would find him eventually.“Your wife must be worried about you.”“She’s gone to her parents. "Helen sank to her knees and leaving her nipples to fend for themselves, reached inside my robe. Bubba was in there salivating, very anxious to greet her."Ummmm," she said, "He doesn't look tired, or shriveled at all. In fact, he looks... " and Helen's lips closed down upon ole Bubba -- and a most satisfied sound emenated from her clogged larynx. "Ummmm, slurp, umphh, ughh, tcchhh, slurp, ummmmmm! Her right hand began moving faster inside those black leather pants.Trying to be as helpful as.