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moved his hand to her waist then up along her dress until he cupped her breast, his thumb and index finger squeezing her nipple. She tilted her face up and closed her eyes. Her lips parted. I looked on, as my wife kissed the fat, ugly bastard.

Chapter Three
    Ryan’s
    Frank started to rise, then smiled and sat down again. “Before your pretty wife gets what she’s so hot for, I think the three of us ought to have a drink in a place where there’s some action. Right, Billy?” He leaned across the table grinning at me.
    I began to object, “No, Frank, I think we...”
    He interrupted, “I want to give the guys down at Ryan’s a look at my new little piece, you know.” He laughed and pulled Lisa close to him. The familiar way he touched her as if she actually belonged to him was driving me crazy. “Going to show the boys that old Frank is doing Okay, ain’t we babe?”
    “I...I...I’d rather,” Lisa began.
    “Nobody gives a shit what you’d rather,” he said evenly.“Right, Billy?” I didn’t answer.“We had a good thing started. Let’s not lose it. Look at me, damnit!”Lisa turned toward him. She was terribly frightened. Once more I wanted to smash his fat face with a bottle or a chair. His big hand tightened on her shoulder. “Now, little Lisa, get this through your empty head. At Ryan’s you’re my woman.” He waited.
    “Yes,” she agreed. I could see that she was holding back the tears.
    “And you’re going to let the guys see that?”
    “Yes.”
    “And you’re going to do exactly what I tell you and act like you enjoy it?”
    “Yes.”
    “And you’re going to answer me with something better than a damn retarded ‘yes’?”
    “Yes, Frank, honey. I’m sorry.” She turned her head away and bit her lip.
    “And you’re going to do and say things to show the guys that you’re hot for me and you want it real bad? Cause if you don’t goddamn it, you will be serving forty days instead of thirty!”
    Lisa looked up at him and took a deep breath. “Yes, I’ll try...I mean yes, honey, I’ll try to...to...do what you want.”
    “Now,” he licked his lips, “I want you to put your hand under the table and feel what old Frank got for you down there between his legs.” The color in her cheeks deepened as she did what he ordered. “Don’t just touch it, baby, squeeze it a little.” Frank grinned at me. “Yeah, that’s right. Your pretty little wife’s got her hand on my prick, Billy, and you’re sittin’ there watchin’. I bet your own prick is stiff as a poker,” he laughed. “Look at your husband, Lisa, and tell him what my prick feels like.”
    Lisa lifted her head but could not look at me. Her tear filled eyes focused on a place above me.“It’s...it’s...”
    “Say the fucking word,” Frank growled.
    “His...his...prick is…it’s...it’s big and it’s hard.”
    Frank continued to grin at me but he spoke to Lisa, “And you want my big, hard prick don’t you, Mrs. Lindal? You want Frank’s big, hard prick deep inside your hot cunt? Say it. Keep squeezin’ me and look at Billy while you say the words. And Goddamn it, this time look right at him.”
    The tears ran down Lisa’s burning cheeks. Frank watched her carefully. She swallowed and looked directly into my eyes, “I...I...want Frank’s big...big, hard...prick. I want it.” She glanced at Frank who nodded for her to finish. “I want it deep inside my...my...hot...cunt.”
    Frank reached under the table and lifted her hand back onto the tabletop. “You liked that, didn’t you, babe. You like what your new man’s got for you?”
    “Yes, I like it,” she said. Frank waited. “I mean, yes, honey, I like what my...my new man has for me.”
    “Okay. We’ll finish this drink here while Billy goes to Ryan’s.” He glanced over at me. “You know where it is, 7th and Railroad?” I nodded my head and, rising, reached out to touch Lisa’s hand. Frank grabbed my wrist. “She ain’t your woman