Misty
Copyright© 2025 by Abaddon Pale
Chapter 2: How Sickos Should be Treated
Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 2: How Sickos Should be Treated - Matt Ackermann, AKA Scott Tanner, ran away from home just before high school graduation when his childhood crush married his abusive brother. Now, years later, Matt, writing as Scott Tanner, is a successful and famous author. He is living on top of the world. He has everything a man could want except her. And his world is about to be turned upside down… again.
Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa Coercion Consensual Hypnosis Mind Control Slavery Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Crime Cheating Cuckold Sharing Wife Watching Incest Cousins DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Anal Sex Cream Pie Facial Masturbation
~~ Nobody Saw Nothin ~~
The hard wood police baton crashed against the bars three times, making a thunderous noise in the large holding cell made of painted cinder block, but I barely noticed.
At that moment, I was groaning and lying in the center of the room in a pool of my own blood. The pain had turned to numbness, and more blood dribbled out my nose as I dry heaved. My own heartbeat was thundering in my ears, so the clatter of the stick on the bars did not draw my attention in the slightest.
“What happened to him?” The officer on the other side of the bars asked, sounding far, far away.
“Ain’t nobody saw nothin, Officer Erickson,” one of the men who had been beating me for the last twenty minutes snickered. This one was a large black man with a bald head, speaking with a deep Texan accent. His shitkickers had kicked the shit out of me; that’s a fact.
“I think he fell,” laughed another, this one white. I think his name was Ben, but don’t count on me to keep these facts straight in my condition.
“Yeah, sick fuck, got no sense of balance. Think he fell out of his bunk.” Another man chuckled while scrubbing my blood off his fists in the metal sink ten feet behind where I lay retching.
“Yeah, child molesters tend to fall a lot. Don’t they?” Officer Erickson mused.
“They don’t usually fall out of their bunk and over six feet,” another voice said.
“Maybe he bounced?” said the big black man.
“Bounced a lot!” the other voice said.
“Quiet, Edwards, this is how sickos should be treated,” Officer Erickson growled. “I got a daughter, same age as that poor girl he raped. That poor thing is so traumatized she will not even talk to the specialists. Just clings to her mother, and that poor woman has been through it too. Just won’t stop crying.”
“You want he should fall some more?” The big white man with the ZZ-Top beard and tribal tattoos asked. I didn’t need to see him; I could tell it was him by the sound of his deep, gravelly voice. The man sounded like someone had gone at his throat with a weed whacker.
Then again, who am I to talk? I thought. I had just been quite thoroughly tenderized myself. Pulverized would be a better term. Now the pain was so great that I couldn’t even feel it. I felt like I was drowning as I retched up more blood onto the polished concrete floor.
“He say he ain’t done it,” one of the men laughed.
“Ya, honky didn’t do it, just like I didn’t kill my ex and that fucker who she was porking. We all innocent.”
“Alright, guys, back off.” The officer said as the key turned in the big metal lock.
“Edwards, go grab a gurney. But take your time. If the sick fuck croaks before we get him to the infirmary, it will save the taxpayers a whole ass ton of cash”
“Rodger that,” a voice said, and I heard footsteps on the hard polished floor moving away into a dream.
The world was fading from red to white. I didn’t care. Why had Misty done this to me? These men could beat me all they liked. I was already dead inside.
~~ Everything’s Broken ~~
When my eyes tried to flutter open again, I had to close them tight. The light was blinding. Everything, absolutely everything, hurt ... Bad!
And I couldn’t move. I was strapped down to a hospital bed; that was obvious. One arm was bound over my chest. I couldn’t see it, but I could feel it well enough, as the agony dulled to a hazy sort of pain. Morphine? The other wrist was handcuffed to the bed rail with a thick leather cuff. My legs, apparently, were also shackled in a similar fashion. But it hurt way too much to move them in order to find out for sure.
Everything felt foggy and far away. I must be on all the drugs, I thought.
“Sorry, Mr. Tanner. Rules. No female employee may be alone with an unrestrained violent sex offender,” a soft female voice said.
I slowly opened my eyes, but only one of them actually opened.
I coughed once, then spoke. My voice was dry and raspy, and I was pretty sure that I’m missing a few teeth. “I didn’t do it!”
Whoever spoke, sat something down with a click outside of my limited field of view. She, whoever she was, was behind me. Well behind my head anyway, given that I was horizontal and practically floating on an indistinct cloud of pain.
“You don’t have to lie to me, Mr. Tanner. I will not be involved in your prosecution. My job is just to keep you alive and under observation until you’re well enough to go back into a cell. That’s where a monster like you belongs.”
“I swear, whoever you are. I didn’t do it. Really! I had sex with Misty, but I swear it was consensual. She asked for it. And I never touched the little girl. I would never do something like that.”
“You did do it! I’ve seen the rape kit results. Your semen and skin tissue samples were found inside both the mother and the little girl. Your skin under the child’s fingernails match scratch marks on your chest and pelvic region. Oh, Mr. Tanner, they are going to lock you up for a very, very long time. And afterwards, I hope you burn in hell.”
She paused for a moment, took a deep breath and continued, “I’m sorry, I am not supposed to have such opinions. But don’t worry, Mr. Tanner, I will not let my disdain for you, and those like you, to get in the way of doing my job. You are safe in my care. But you did it. The evidence is overwhelming.”
“That’s not possible. Misty and I had sex. That’s it. Then we went to sleep. I thought she loved me!”
Lances of pain shot through every square inch of my body as I tried to struggle.
“Fuuuuuuck!” I cried in agony, and did my best to lie very, very still.
“Fuck,” I whimpered, “is everything broken?”
The nurse picked something up again.
“Two fingers, a rib, your left wrist, and you’re going to need to keep that ice pack on your groin for a while. You also have a mild concussion, and you lost three teeth. You took a pretty good beating.”
“I’ve had some bad ones. But I have to agree with you; this is the worst,” I groaned, head spinning as the drugs in my system worked hard to dull out the worst of the pain.
“I’ve seen worse, but not many that survived. Those animals do not work well with those who hurt kids.”
“Listen, I didn’t do it. I swear to God, Misty and I had sex. That’s all I remember. And it was her idea. I thought she loved me,” I said, tears now coming like a river. My heart was shattered beyond any hope of repair.
“Is that what you do to people who love you, Mr. Tanner? I saw the bruising in the woman’s throat and the tearing in her vaginal lining. She is eight months pregnant, for God sake! What kind of fucking monster are you?”
“Where is she? Can I speak to her?” I asked.
Why the fuck was I asking to see her? She had betrayed me. She had destroyed my life.
“Listen, I am telling you we just had sex. Just me and Misty. Emmy was sleeping in the guest room. I swear I didn’t touch her. I would never.”
“Save it for the judge, Mr. Tanner. And I hope you have a good lawyer. You’re going to need one.”
Lawyer, I thought. I need a lawyer.
“Miss, do I get a phone call?”
“Yes, do you feel up to it?”
“Yes, please.”
A few minutes later, she brought in an old-style wireless landline.
“I remind you, Mr. Tanner, this call will be recorded,” the woman said. “And I’m afraid I cannot release your restraints until there is at least one male officer in the room. It’s for my protection.”
“I would never hurt you,” I said as earnestly as I could.
“I wish I could believe you, Mr. Tanner. Number?”
I gave her the number for my publishing house. It was the only number I had memorized that could be of any use. Hinds and Whitney had a bank of lawyers on retainer.
She leaned over and placed a stretchy one-ear headset on my head and adjusted the microphone so that it was just above but not touching my bruised lips.
She dialed. Now, for the first time, I could see the woman. She was a rather plain-looking lady in her late fifties. Not in horrible shape but a bit overweight in pale green nurse’s scrubs.
The phone rang.
How did this happen? I kept asking myself over and over. Did I misread her? I thought she wanted it. Had she felt raped? Did I force her? Did she somehow misunderstand my intent? Maybe, but that didn’t explain Emmy.
The phone rang a second time.
I only had a few drinks. I wasn’t passed out. But when I woke up, I had felt like total crap, that’s for sure. Like I was coming off of a real bender.
“Hinds and Whitney,” a bright voice responded.
“Hi, Carol. This is Scott Tanner. I need to speak with Mr. Hinds, please.”
“Hi Mr. Tanner, just a moment.”
A light jazz tune began to play in my right ear.
No, I wasn’t that drunk. I had been clearheaded, not even tipsy, when Misty had come back down the steps. Sure, I was in emotional turmoil. Who wouldn’t be? The love of my life walked unexpectedly back into it. And she said she had once been in love with me. She said she wanted me ... Had she? Had she really said that?
“Mr. Tanner?” An unfamiliar voice asked.
“Yes, this is Scott Tanner. I need to speak with Mr. Hinds, please,” I responded.
“Yes, Mr. Tanner. My name is Marshal Orman, I’m one of the attorneys for Hinds and Whitney.” The man said.
“Great, I need your help. I’ve been accused...”
The man cut me off. “Mr. Tanner, I am instructed to inform you that news of your alleged crimes has already hit the news cycle. This is in violation of the morality clause of your contract. As such, all association with Hinds and Whitney and subsidiaries is to be terminated immediately. I have it on good authority that Rushmore Films has taken the same measures. The law firm representing the husband of the woman you raped has already filed suit against both companies. Mr. Tanner. I suggest you retain your own legal counsel.”
“Please, I didn’t do it! I swear!” I screamed.
“Good luck, Mr. Tanner. You’re going to need it.”
The line went dead.
“FUCK!” I cried out.
The nurse clicked the end button.
“Fuck...” I moaned, “Now what am I supposed to do? I only get one phone call!”
The woman laughed.
“That’s a common misconception, Mr. Tanner. In California, you are entitled to at least 3 phone calls within three hours of your arrest. Mostly to contact a lawyer, loved ones and or to arrange for bail. But I wouldn’t hold my breath on bail. The judges here don’t look kindly on violent sex offenders. Anyway, after your first three, there will be other opportunities to make calls.”
“Really?” I asked.
“The more calls, or the, don’t get your hopes up on bail?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Sorry, the first one. The second one is kind of a given.”
She laughed.
“You’re funny, Mr. Tanner. Too bad you’re such an awful human being. It would be easy to like you. I’m sure you could get girls without having to hurt them, Mr. Tanner.”
“Nurse, whoever you are. I swear I didn’t do it. At least I don’t remember doing it. Misty and I had sex, but she started it. I told her over and over she didn’t have to. I told her I loved her and that she was worth waiting for. She insisted that she wanted to do it. She said that she had to do it...” I trailed off, thinking ... Had to do it?
She gave me a quizzical look. “I’d honestly like to believe you, Mr. Tanner, but I’ve seen the results from the rape kits. Besides, it’s not me you need to convince. Do you have another number you want to call?”
“I need a lawyer, but I don’t know any. Will I get a public defender?”
My head was swooning again. Had to do it? Why had she said that? Why had she said it like that? Why had I been so fucking stupid?
I gave her Marcus’s number.
She dialed.
The phone rang.
It was only a moment or two when an answer came.
“Perez residence,” a woman’s voice.
“Emily, it’s Scott. Is Marcus there?” I asked. Again, I was slurring my words.
Silence.
“Emily, I didn’t do it! You know me. You’ve known me for years.” I said, the words coming out like begging.
More silence.
“Emily, please!”
“I’ve had my little girl around you!” she said, her voice soft and tentative.
“Oh, God, Emily, lots! You have had your little girl around me lots! You and her have spent hours and hours at my house. Have I ever done anything to hurt you or her? Ever?”
“I’ve seen you looking at me, Mr. Tanner. Like a man looks at a woman, lots, Mr. Tanner, lots,” she said, softly but flatly. I could hear the discomfort in her soft voice.
She had me there. It was hard not to look at her. Especially in that little red string bikini she recently started wearing around the pool.
“I’m sorry, Emily. I’ve never meant to do that. You don’t exactly make it fair. You’re a stunning woman. But even then, I don’t think I’ve ever stared at you in an in appropriate way.”
“No. You don’t; you didn’t. Just furtive glances. But I saw the intent; I noticed it a lot. It made me feel...” she paused, as if thinking of the proper word, “uncomfortable.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Why did you keep bringing Kori to my place if you were upset? You have come at every invitation. All summer you have also taken advantage of the open invitation, almost every weekend. You guys were over just before I left for the signing tour. We had dinner together, all of us. You never said anything! For god sake! Emily, you guys are all the family I have. And I swear I never meant to make you uncomfortable, and I would have never touched you!”
“Mr. Tanner,” her voice came out in a strangled sob. “I wore the red bikini that you gave to Markus. I wore it and came to you because Marcus ... The raise was conditional upon my ... Mr. Tanner, did you expect me to suck your cock, to cheat on my husband? To be your whore ... For Markus ... I would have ... But I would never let you hurt my baby!”
The line went dead.
“What the actual fuck!” I groaned.
“You’re a real piece of work, Mr. Tanner,” the nurse said.
~~ Evedence Against Me ~~
The next morning, not that I slept much at all through a living night of hell, nurse cold-shoulder declared me stable enough to be moved into a cell. I was told by two uniformed officers that I was to be placed in ‘restrictive custody’ because I had been labeled a troublemaker.
I was too far gone to even care about the injustice. Yes, I get the ever-living crap beat out of me, and I’m a troublemaker. Regardless, I was still in a lot of pain and unable to walk myself, so the nurse wheeled me down to the solitary cell and pushed my chair inside. Without a word, she closed the door. Locked into place with the sound of utter finality. I knew that if they decided never to open that door again, that I would die in this wheelchair. And to be honest, I’m not sure I even cared.
Nurse iceberg, had helped me through most of the afternoon and evening to place call after call to every criminal defense firm in the yellow pages. Most would be happy to work with me if I plea guilty. Some obviously saw me as a cash cow but were unwilling to take a hit to their reputation. In the end, I chose the most reputable firm that I could afford and that would take me. That is to say, not the best choice in the world, but I had what I had. Mccoy, Lancing and Vennor will simply have to do.
My world was a delirium of sleep deprivation, pain meds, and emotional trauma. Had I really raped Misty? I was even starting to doubt myself, with the constant barrage of hatred from everyone around me.
The phone call with Emily Perez had also shaken me badly. How could she think such a thing of me? Sure, I found myself looking at her from time to time. But I knew that I had never stared at her like some freaking lecher. And Marcus was the closest thing to a friend I had. Like I had told her, to me they were family.
I wouldn’t do that to her. And Misty? No ... no way, and I definitely wouldn’t do that to that poor little girl. My niece. Was I drugged? No, why would she drug me so that I would rape her? That didn’t make any sort of sense. The most likely scenario was that I had to have misread her advances. I had unknowingly taken advantage of her plight and given in to temptation. Just to get what I had always wanted ... her. Maybe I am the monster they say I am?
“It didn’t happen that way!” I cried again, and lances of pain exploded in my jaw at the emotional outburst.
“No, I made myself clear!” I said to no one. “I told her I would help her, anyway. She didn’t have to do anything.”
Suddenly the metal door of my concrete cell opened, and two men stepped inside.
One man wore a plain but rumpled business suit. The other, a pair of neatly pressed black slacks, a crisp white shirt and scarlet tie. Rumpled cop was in his fifties, balding, and looked like he walked off the set of Hillstreet Blues. Dapper cop, late thirties, clean-shaven and great hair and also straight out of central casting, but for some soap commercial or a romance novel cover.
“I’m Detective Marlax. This is Detective Hill. Don’t get up,” dapper cop said.
“Funny,” I groaned. Still sitting in the wheelchair I had been in for hours.
“Honestly, Mr. Tanner, I do have to apologize to you for how you were treated. Officer Erickson and Officer Crochte have both been suspended without pay. The commission is livid. But try not to judge them too harshly, Mr. Tanner. Officer Crochte was as a child, violently assaulted by a sick son of a bitch just like you!” The man’s jovial voice sliding smoothly into a snarl as he spoke.
“And Erickson’s little girl was nearly abducted a few years ago. Both will be seeking counseling.”
“Easy, Marlax,” Detective Hill said, in a voice like butterscotch. “The man’s already paid for his crimes, and when the jury is through with him, well, let’s just say, the rest of his short life is going to be quite miserable. I think we can afford him a bit of courtesy between now and then. Innocent Until Proven, right?”
“That’s what the law books say,” Marlax grumbled. “Erickson’s a prick, but Crochte is good people.”
“So, Mr. Tanner, we are here to inform you that your Arraignment is scheduled for 11:30 AM tomorrow. The state is planning to charge you with two counts of aggravated assault, two counts of aggravated rape, two counts of wrongful imprisonment, and one count of interstate trafficking of a minor for the purposes of sex. We don’t think that last one will stick, but what the hell, right? I’ve been informed that your council will arrive within the hour.”
“I know what it looks like. But I didn’t do it!” I insisted.
“Oh, you’re free to plea not guilty, but don’t expect the judge to go easy on you if you do. Hell maybe we will get California’s first execution since 2006.”
“Hell Yea, Mr. Big Shot Author thinking you’re above the law because of all those yocals. I’ got news for you, bub. Popularity will not save your ass from the truth.”
“Seriously, detective. No one will even hear me out. I found Misty and Emmy on my doorstep when I got home. I fed them, Emmy played some games on VR while Misty and I caught up. Misty and I had sex, but she started it. I told her she didn’t have to, that I would help her, anyway. She didn’t have to do anything. But I couldn’t resist her. Emmy was asleep in the guest room the whole time. Misty and I fell asleep, and I woke up to the cops busting down my door. That’s the truth.”
“Found them at your door? So you’re saying that you didn’t invite them?” detective Hill asked?
“No, I haven’t spoken to anyone back home in more than six years.”
“Because you tried to steal your brother’s bride. She rejected you, so you hit the road. Now that you are a big-shot fancy pants author with more money than God, you thought you would have another go, right?”
“No, well, I did ask Misty not to marry my brother. But because he was an ass and constantly cheating on her. She had a black eye when she showed up at my door. But when I left, I said, I’d never go back ... She came looking for me. She said that she missed me. That she loved me back then.”
“Do you recognize this?” Detective Hill asked while handing me a book covered in plastic.
I didn’t have to look at it long.
“Cad’s Journey, 3rd pressing, hardback,” I said, “my book. What’s?...”
“And this,” Hill asked, flipping the top cover open as I held the book, his voice becoming agitated.
I looked at the inside cover with my one unswollen eye. “My autograph, but I sign lots of these. Just got back from a three week...”
He cut me off, shoving a plastic-covered piece of paper in my face.
“What about this?”
I looked at the page. It was a handwritten note, and it looked to be in my handwriting.
Dear Misty,
It’s been a long time, and I find myself missing you. I heard the other day that you and Brian have a daughter, congratulations. I know that Brian is the better man. And I think you did the right thing in choosing him over me. I know I could never satisfy a real woman like you, not the way he can. I was always just a worthless dweebe, and he is everything I could never be.
Anyway, I’ve sort of hit it big out here and have loads of money and a big house. I know that isn’t enough to steal you away from the love of your life. So, I promise I do not want to make any trouble for you and your family. But I would love to meet my niece and spend a little time with you. Just as friends.
I will show you and your daughter a great time in San Diageo, and I would like to set up a college fund for her. We can talk about all that when you get here.
Please do not bring Brian. I know he is the better man and that he is your true love. I just feel so insignificant whenever I’m around him. I’ve tried hard to heal after you rejected me, and I do not want to undo all the progress I have made at being a better person.
I hope you and your daughter will come to visit me towards the end of summer.
All of my love
Matt Ackermann
Aka famous children’s author Scott Tanner.
“What the actual fuck?” was all I could moan as my eyes stared in disbelief at the letter.
“So you want me to believe that you didn’t write that letter, put it in the book and send it to them with a couple of plane tickets?” Hill said in mock astonishment.
“I never. I didn’t write that!” I insisted.
“Have fun telling your bullshit story to the jury, you ass,” Marlax said as he and Hill exited the cell and slammed the door.
~~ Felix At Law ~~
Later, I found myself seated at a small table in a metal room. It was not exactly a big upgrade from my concrete block cell, just a little brighter. One wall had a floor to ceiling mirror, obviously one-way glass. It was the ubiquitous observation room from every police procedural ever aired. The room was every bit as intimidating as those on TV, and as secure as my cell. Even the door was solid metal with no windows. There was no getting out of here, even if my good wrist wasn’t chained to the table and the table itself bolted to the floor.
A portly man with male pattern baldness entered the room and sat down across from me.
“I’m Felix McCoy, Mr. Tanner. We spoke on the phone. The court has agreed to allow access to your frozen funds for the purposes of my firm’s legal fees. I assume you have read over the documents I had sent. And that the fee structure is acceptable?”
“Yes, thank you for taking my case, Mr. McCoy.” I said, my words slurred a little due to the missing teeth. “Most firms I called wouldn’t even talk to me.”
“I have to admit that the evidence against you looks pretty damning, Mr. Tanner. But you sounded sincere on the phone. I will do everything in my power to help you. But a plea deal may be your best option. Assuming the state is willing to offer one.”
“Mr. McCoy,” I said, “as I told you over the phone. I am innocent. Or at least I have no memory of doing the things I’m accused of.”
“Well, maybe we can get some memory experts in to evaluate you. If you truly do not remember, there may be a plea we can make. Regardless, Mr. Tanner, I do have a bit of good news for you.”
“I will take any good news I can get at this point.” I said.
The door opened, and Detective Hill walked in and took the seat next to McCoy.
“Where is your partner, Detective?” I asked. Somehow, I had found enough backbone to be annoyed at his sudden presence.
“Off seething, I’d imagine,” Hill said, handing a small cassette recorder to McCoy.
McCoy sat the recorder on the table in front of me.
“You had a phone call yesterday, Mr. Tanner, with one Emily Perez.”
I groaned, “How is this good news?”
“Do you still maintain that you had no sexual plans for Mrs. Perez, that you did not require her husband to encourage her to tramps around half naked in front of you to secure a higher salary?” Hill asked.
“Hell yes, I do. That man loves his wife. I invited them over as a kindness to him. I monopolize so much of his time.”
“Come on! She’s smoking hot! You saw her, right, McCoy?” Hill asked.
Felix looked uncomfortable, fidgeting. “Yeah, she is a looker.”
“Okay, maybe I’ve pounded one out once or twice, thinking about her. But I never ever touched her. And I never asked Marcus to ... do any of that! The man is like a brother to me ... The good kind of brother, not the actual kind I have.”
Felix smiled, and Detective Hill frowned. Felix reached over the table and pressed play.
Static-laced voices began to speak from the little analog tape deck.
“State for the record your name,” a male voice said.
“Marcus Diego Perez,” Marcus’s distinctive voice replied.
I sank further into my wheelchair. How could this be happening to me? What did I ever do to them? I really did look at Marcus like family.
“How do you know the defendant?” The unknown man said.
“I have worked as a private driver for Mr. Tanner for the past three years,” Marcus responded.
“Is it true that Mr. Tanner extorted sexual favors from your wife in order for you to achieve the salary you currently earn?...”
There was a shuffling of papers before the voice continued, “which appears to be nearly four times the standard rate for a private driver in the state of California.”
“No, absolutely not! It’s a huge misunderstanding.” Marcus said, “And it’s my fault. It’s hard to explain.”
“Try me,” the voice said.
“I can’t. It’s too personal. It was just a miscommunication between me and my wife. Mr. Tanner never said or did any of those things. I promise you. He would never do that.”
“I really need you to explain it to me, Mr. Parez or I may need to put your wife on the stand. She can testify under oath.”
“Tell him,” it was Emily’s voice. But not like I had ever heard it. There was barely contained fury in her voice. “Tell him what a fucking slut I am! What you made me into!”
“Do I need to separate you both?” the man asked.
“No,” they said in unison.
“Are you sure, darling?” Marcus asked.
“Tell him what a fool you made of me!”
Marcus swallowed hard.
“If you’re sure, darling. Should I tell him ... everything?”
“Marcus, you have already humiliated me beyond belief. Don’t stop now. I’m already mortified about how I treated Mr. Tanner, because of you. So yeah ... Everything, tell him everything. Show them what kind of woman you married.”
“Emily, are you sure? Baby, I love you. This was never my intention!”
“Too late for that, bozo. Now you have to live with the consequences of what you have done to me. Do it! And then they will know that I’m not the only one who behaved shamefully.”
“Ok ... Well, it started about two years ago. Mr. Tanner invited us to a party at his beach house. It was just before the movie came out. And it was so strange, all those rich and fancy people, and Mr. Tanner really seemed to enjoy spending time with us instead of them. Most of the night we sat with him and talked about his book, family and life in San Diego. Nothing strange, just chitchat. But no matter who drug him away, he always came back to us within fifteen minutes or so.”
“On the way home, Emily asked why he spent so much time with us. I jokingly said maybe he wants to get into your pants.”
There was an audible huff from Emily on the tape as he took a breath.
“I didn’t think anything of it until we got home. Emily and I hadn’t been having regular sex for a while. You know, after Kori came along. But that night she was like a wild woman. I mean, we had been married for 10 years at the time, but I never knew that side of her. It was amazing ... Honey, you are amazing!”
“Tell the story, Marcus,” Emily snipped in a huff.
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