They raced over to our place like their tails were on fire. I gave their SAIC all of the evidence that would be necessary to send Mr. Murphy away for ... very long time.The SAIC was a big red faced guy with ex-military-police written all over his beefy frame. The evidence I had gathered was presented to the Feebs in a tasteful morocco bound folder. I wanted a classy touch when I was sealing the fate of the guy who had managed to seduce my wife.When the head Feeb saw what we had, he straightaway. "OK, this is not very accurate or detailed. But I remember there was a break in 1893, a bad one, and several before that caused mostly by railroad speculation and, wait a minute. Ann, what's speculation?" He wrote that word on the board."Uh, to speculate means to guess, to think about something. That word was on the SAT test." You think right, that's good. Speculation is guessing. What's economic speculation?" Guessing that the price of something or the value of something will go up," she. ..*flashback*Tristan sat on his knees at the foot of the bed his fingers and tongue a blur as they made a meal out of my drenched pussy knowing that I wasn't far off my second orgasm that night. "Jesus Christ Tristan!" I yelled as I came all over his face. He knew exactly how hard, fast and rough I liked things. "No need to take the lords name in vain" he chuckled in a teasing tone. "You know I'm an Atheist right? It means I can take 'the lords' name in vain if and when I please" I huffed. For the next week I was able to keep him off of me at night. First I started going to bed much later than he did, so by the time I got in he was fast asleep, that helped. Once I was in bed I didn’t sleep soundly, if I felt him touch me or start to cuddle up with me, I’d simply roll over or otherwise pull away, feigning sleep. This fixed the problem.. But at a price, I wasn’t getting much sleep of my own. Luckily for me his restlessness seemed to disappear and he went a few nights of sleeping.