Gone were his sportsevents and violent shows. When he wasn't helping her clean the house orpreparing meals, he could read whatever he wanted. The on...y problem withreading was that all he had were her women's magazines and romance novels. As a lesser punishment she gave him specific articles to read and quizzedon them. It was either that and do it well or face the hairbrush.It had been a humiliating and painful week but Saturday proved to bemortifying. He was dressed in his baggy jeans and. I asked a few of our tradies that did business with us who would be the best man to talk to, they all agreed that Giuseppe D'Acenzio was the man to talk to, Mr Concrete they called him.Ron and I tracked him down doing a concrete house slab. After the usual how do you do's I explained what we were looking for. His first question was do we have architect drawings, I told him no, what we wanted was someone with a broad enough knowledge of the building industry to look at the site and to consider. I sleepily looked at the alarm clock on my beside table, it read 3:47. I turned and gazed at my sleeping husband. He looked so peaceful. I smiled, feeling the love I have for him swell inside me. The moonlight shown through our window blinds, casting a glow on Kevin' partially covered nude body. He looked so sexy laying there and I became aroused. I wanted him so badly but I didn’t want to wake him. I gently eased the sheet away from his body until his beautiful cock was exposed. I gazed at him. I can show you which one.”Corec frowned. It hadn’t been that long since they’d left the inn. Even if Aden had left before them, had there really been enough time for him to make it to the docks, then turn back around and track the group down at the constabulary building? Corec’s head felt funny each time he looked at the other man, as if he was supposed to know something about him.“You don’t have to do that,” Venni said. “You stay here and let us handle it.”“I can help you,” Aden insisted.Venni.