Story: Too Beautiful (Part 2)

Too Beautiful

by Tcheser

When Katherine next awoke she cried out in panic. She screamed and screamed. She only stopped when Mattie emerged into the room with the cloth again. Not wanting to be drugged again Katherine shut up. That’s when she noticed that she was very sore. Very sore and very sweaty. She felt dirty. Why would her ass and pussy and jaw be so sore she wondered?

“Here, Katherine. Look at these” Mattie said as she tossed a stack of photos on the bed in front of Katherine.

“What are these supposed to be?” Katherine asked as she picked up the pictures. A moment later her jaw dropped. They were all pictures of her. Pictures of her in all sorts of sexual congress with men. Actually... they looked like boys, no more then 15 or 16 she would guess.

Now she knew why she was so sore and in particular why she was sore in such places. Her hand went instinctively to her ass when she came to the picture of her double anal penetration at the hands of the young men in the pictures.

“No, No!” she cried “These will ruin me!”

“I know they will” Mattie agreed. “That’s illegal in this and just about every other state. You could be looking at 5-15 years in the can for that”.

Little did Katherine know that the “boys” in the photos were all just young looking adults from Mattie’s church who had agreed to pose for the pictures to help Mattie out with her plan. Realistically speaking Mattie would be in more trouble than Katherine would be if the pictures got out. Engaging men to have sex with an unconscious woman you kidnapped is far from actually legal. Fortunately, Katherine was so distraught over her possibly shattered life she didn’t think in legal terms.

“Please, you can’t let anyone know…I can’t bear to have anyone find out…or to go to prison” Katherine pleaded.

Story: Too Beautiful (Part 1)

Too Beautiful
By Tcheser

She was far too beautiful for her own good. That was what one Mattie Jenkins thought of her coworker Katherine Mahler. She was just too damn gorgeous. The men couldn’t keep their hands off of her.

To begin with she had a body to die for. A slim 110 pounds, but blessed with more curves then anyone had the right too and though quite petite, she possessed a delectable perfect heart shaped ass and small pert round breasts that defied gravity making the men drool with lust. She seemed to enjoy showing off her body and always wore daring little dresses and extra tight tops. She looked particularly good in red or pink and knew it. Almost all her outfits were in these colors and she never appeared less than perfectly put together.

Likewise her long honey blonde hair was always perfect. It came down to the middle of her back in soft waves and was unbelievably thick, lustrous and soft. Sometimes when she was thinking she would toss it to one side and all the men in the office would drop what they were doing and stare before they rushed off to the bathroom.

She would date not one, not two, but sometimes three men a night. Had she not been so young, the exertion probably would have finished her, but Katherine was a still blossoming young beauty at twenty five. Just out of business school really and diving headlong into the crazy world of finance.

Mattie would date occasionally too, but her career came first and she let everyone know it. She wasn’t an immature selfish little slut like Katherine. She dressed professionally and always had her dark hair in a bun on the top of her head so it wouldn’t distract her or anyone else.

Together they worked at the Welling, Welling and Smyth Brokerage firm. It wasn’t the most prestigious firm, but they had been in business for some time and had made plenty of money. Mattie liked the firm and wanted to stay there as long as she could and before Katherine came along she was certain she would always have a job there. Now that she was working there though, Mattie wasn’t so certain. Mattie believed it was quite possible that Katherine’s slutty behavior could very well reflect badly on the firm and cause trouble down the line. She wasn’t about to let this happen though. She vowed to do something about it and when she saw Katherine flirting with a client Friday morning she decided it was time to act.

Story: Hidden From Herself

Hidden From Herself
By Tcheser

“Angie!” Michael called “Take out the trash, I don’t want to have to tell you again!”

“Okay, okay, I’m going” Angie replied indignantly but hurried to gather up the aforementioned trash from the kitchen so she could take it out of their motel room and down to the dumpster in the parking lot.

“And watch that attitude or someone is going to have a sore bottom,” Michael added as he watched her struggle with the two heavy bags of trash which would have been one bag if she had taken out the trash earlier like he had told her.

“I will, I’m sorry, I’ll watch the attitude,” Angie quickly reassured Michael who looked at her skeptically.

“Okay, honey, hurry back, dinner will be ready soon.” Michael then said with a smile and tousled her short messy hair messing it up even further.

Dismissed Angie hefted the bags and went out the door into the dry heat of southern Texas. Heading down the open air hallway to the stairs she couldn’t help but reflect on how all the things that had happened to get her to this point.

Just a month ago she had been a highly successful gold digger. With her long blonde hair, angelic face and just a little help from some cleverly applied cosmetics and space age undergarments there wasn’t a man alive she couldn’t wrap around her little finger. True they never put a ring on the finger that mattered, but she had no problem keeping them interested long enough to get what she wanted.
This allowed her a very nice lifestyle. She had all the latest designer clothes, drove a luxury convertible, and had a condo on the beach.

Life was sweet...

Story: Hidden Shame

HIDDEN SHAME

By Tcheser

Shannon loved to have her friends over to play cards with her on the weekend. They had so much much fun talking, drinking and laughing together. However when her friends Margo, Mindy, and Taylor came over to play this particular weekend they found that Shannon had a new housekeeper. A mousy little thing in an icky blue polyester uniform, apron and canvas sneakers. Her name was Jenny they learned and though she seemed somewhat familiar, none of them could place her. She kept to herself and stayed in the kitchen waiting to be called.

When Shannon's friends finally left that evening, Jenny the maid emerged from the kitchen and went about cleaning up the ladies' tea cups and plates. She thanked her lucky stars that she had not been recognized. For a little over a year ago she had been a completely different person.

Back then Jenny was known as Genevieve and used to strut around like the Queen of Sheba. Everyone she met thought at first that she had to be some kind of celebrity. She had a great mass of gleaming wavy blond hair, a model perfect face and the sexiest body imaginable with abundant curves in all the right places. Her cleavage was legendary, as was her firm bottom, perfect neck and gorgeous legs. In her heels she towered over everyone and looked down on them like unwashed peasants. She was resplendent, but cold as ice.

Then one day she finally received the comeuppance she so richly deserved for her hubris. She and those she considered her hangers-on, Margo, Mindy, Taylor and Shannon, had just finished a splendid day of shopping at the high end mall in town and were headed out to have drinks at a club Genevieve promised to get them into. She was just going through the automatic door to the outside, bragging about how the bouncers would surely let HER in but they might have to slip him some cash to let THEM in, when it suddenly closed on her, trapping her by the back of her dress and her hair. Her "friends" rushed around through another door and tried to pull her free, but discovered that the door had too strong a grip on her. Furious Genevieve demanded they find someone to get her out of this situation immediately.

Story: The New Regime

THE NEW REGIME
By Tcheser

The Servile Revolution was celebrating its five year anniversary when Marta was made house manager to the first citizen. The tales of her rather miserable existence as a sweat shop worker prior to the revolution had made her most desirable to his administration and offered the position she humbly accepted it vowing to do everything she could for the downtrodden and oppressed.

The position of house manager was similar to that of chief of staff during the old regime of course, but it wasn't what one would call a glamorous position, as its trappings were much different. Glamour was not something one ran across much anymore and any small amount of glamour the positions had held in the past was now gone completely. Still Marta seemed to go about it with great pride and vigor.

Among her duties was that of filling all the senior level house staff positions which were vacant. To this end she lined up a number of candidates for each empty position and additional ones which she would assign support positions. This was an important duty as it was vital that they only had the right types in positions of authority lest the corruption and decadence of old reassert itself or so the party kept saying.

So it was strange that one of the first people she interviewed for one of these open positions turned out to be someone who wasn't quite who they claimed. Marta was fairly certain of it. She went by the name of Carmen Sanchez, but she imagined that before the revolution she had gone by a very different name. Rather than reveal right away that she saw through her ruse, Marta instead went on with the interview as if she had no suspicions, she thought that was the best way to approach things. Perhaps she should have called security, but she didn't.

Story: On The Run

ON THE RUN
By Tcheser

The doors to my establishment opened with a jingle that roused me from my daze. A customer I thought happily. Coming around the corner from the back office into the outer office which served and looked like a pawn shop I saw the customer. Now I'm not one to gawk but this woman was something else. The young woman was tall like a model, but not a waif like most were. Her hair was long and golden and her face as beautiful as a movie star's. She wore a rather sexy long black gown, which hugged her slim figure like a lover, with a long slit up her left thigh. Her long elegant legs were clad in sheer black silk stockings. Her jewelry was expensive but not ostentatious. She wore Gold earrings at her ear lobes, gold necklaces around her neck and gold bracelets around her slender wrists. Finally she was perched on extravagantly high stiletto black patent heels which gave her
beautiful calves and ass the perfect boost. Her plunging neckline revealed nicely firm and generous breasts.

I began to say hello and ask how I could help when she stopped me rather rudely with a hand gesture. She then said she knew I did more then run a pawn shop and she needed assistance in that department. She was right about that. I did run another business out of the store. In addition to acting as a pawnbroker I also helped people in trouble. I helped by making them disappear. I didn't let on right away that she was correct though. She could be a cop or worse after all.

I asked her how she found out about me. She replied that a friend of a friend of hers named Gina Dawson availed herself of my services to escape a vengeful ex-husband. Seeing as she could have only really heard about that from Gina I let down my guard a bit and invited her into the back office. She nodded and walked into the back like she owned the place. Shrugging I put the closed sign up and then hurried after her.

Story: Angie's Vacation From Stardom (part 3)

Angie's Vacation From Stardom
Part 3

By Tcheser

Now than Angie had eaten, rested and was now clean and dressed, Martha decided it was time to have a serious talk with the mysterious girl. She led Angie into the charming little living room of her apartment and sat her down on the sofa next to her. “Alright, Angie, I’m a generous person and a good Christian, but if I am going to help you there are some things that I need to know. Do you understand? Can I ask you a few questions?”

Angie wasn’t sure where this was going and just replied “Okay.”

Pleased that Angie was cooperating Martha smiled “First, where are you from? You don’t look like you have been on the streets long. Are you running away from home? Is there someone who is missing you?”

Thinking quickly Angie gave Martha details from a character she had played in a made for TV movie that never saw the light of day. “No, no one is looking for me. My mother raised me by herself and she recently had a mental breakdown and had to be put into an institution. The state found me a foster home but it was horrible so I told them I was leaving, but they could keep the state stipend if they didn’t report me missing.”

Martha just shook her head at the sad story. Angie wasn’t sure if she was being believed or not. “How long ago was that? How have you been surviving?” Martha asked.

Story: Angie's Vacation From Stardom (part 2)

Angie's Vacation From Stardom
Part 2

By Tcheser

By the next afternoon Angie had given up thinking that she was on an adventure. The pampered celebrity who was used to only the finer things was miserable and about to give up no matter how humiliating it would be for her.

She had hardly slept a wink the previous night. Unable to get even a cheap hotel room as she had no money after being robbed, she was forced to sleep outside. Inexperienced in such things she didn't know where she could lay down and was continually rousted by patrolman, sketchy types, and other vagrants. She ended up walking around all night and come dawn she went to the park and slept on the grass pretending to just be someone out enjoying the day. That wasn’t so bad, but then she started to get hungry. She wasn’t used to missing meals and by that afternoon she had missed two.

Walking down the street she practically drooled looking in the windows of all the restaurants and eateries. Before today she could have gone into any one of them and ordered whatever she wanted and probably gotten it for free because of her celebrity status. Today though she was a nobody and without money she couldn’t even get a crust of bread. She needed to get some money she realized or she would starve.

Story: Angie's Vacation From Stardom (Part 1)

ANGIE'S VACATION FROM STARDOM
Part 1

By Tcheser

Angie was what the press called a celebrity. It wasn't exactly the same as being called a talented, award winning performer, her dream once upon a time, but the money was nearly as good and with that she was able to live a lifestyle most people could only dream of attaining. She had homes in half a dozen cities, a yacht, beautiful designer clothes, entrance to any club or events she wanted to attend and a line of men around the block. All this and she was still just 24 years old.

Unfortunately being a celebrity was also very draining. Everywhere she went she was recognized and swarmed by fans. They wanted to say hello, bask in her radiance, get a glimpse of the person they had seen on TV and in all the magazines. They got annoying quickly, but she could deal with them. Then there were the crazies, the obsessive fans, weirdos, perverts and stalkers. They wanted to creep her out at the least and at the worst they wanted to do unspeakable things to her. Because of them she couldn't go out by herself and was forced by her agent and insurance company to hire a private security detail to escort her wherever she went. She couldn’t even go across the street for crying out loud. More often than not she felt like a prisoner in her lavish penthouse. A singing bird in a gilded cage.

One day she had finally had enough. She decided that for the sake of her own sanity, that she was going to take a break from it all.

Story: Adopting Trouble

ADOPTING TROUBLE
By Tcheser


An Atlanta court late last August confirmed a ruling that allowed wannabe business tycoon John Grant to adopt his girlfriend Tiffany Harris who is currently 19 years of age. As a result of all this Tiffany has been recognized as another one of Grant's "children" under the trust fund that had been set up by he and his former wife Carroll Grant for their biological children in 2007.

According to court documents, John Grant and Tiffany entered an adoption agreement contract that paid her $4 million immediately at the signing of agreement, another $3 million by the end of 2014, and lifetime payments valued at an estimated $11.75 million, a total of $16.75 million over time. 

Georgia's Third District Court of Appeals Senior Judge Alan R. Smith wrote that the adoption of a "paramour" or lover was "so contrary to the beneficent purposes of such an action as to be repugnant" but then ruled that it was technically not against the law and therefore could only uphold the ruling of the lower court that allowed the adoption. 

Carol Grant, John Grant's exwife and the mother of their two children, filed the appeal, according to court records. Attorneys for Grant commented that she opposed the adoption as it was simply a vile, underhanded and contemptible attempt by her morally deficient former husband to secure part of his fortune from her while they were negotiating a divorce settlement.

Story: The Bittys

Lara was uniformly despised by all the women at Lehman’s real estate. They believed she was a flirt and a tease and was setting a bad example. They believed all she did all day was strut about the office tossing her long dark luxurious hair at any man that came through the door. No decent 21st century woman should flaunt themselves before a man and adore his attentions as she did! No woman particularly Lara should receive so much attention either they figured. Not more then they received certainly. Not when she went around shamelessly displaying her body in her tight designer outfits and sky high heels. Had she no decency! None of them ever displayed themselves in such a way. They dressed with modesty and decorum.

Worse still her seductive and charming ways entranced their clients more then they cared to admit and they had all lost clients to her. None of them wished to admit that they could have been nicer to their male clientele, but that was the kind of nasty old bittys they were. 

Then the quarterly figures came out and Lara was at the top for the third quarter in a row. Only during her first quarter had she had lower figures than anyone else. It was clear she was hurting them. Something had to be done.

So they decided to do something about it.

Story: Proving It

PROVING IT

By Tcheser

"Men only like you because of the way you look," Lilly accused her friend and rival Genevieve as they rode home from work on the subway as they did almost every evening.

"That's not true!" the glamorously dressed and perfectly coiffed Genevieve shot back as she snapped her compact shut. "Men like me just as much for my charming personality and insightful mind."

"Yeah, sure they do," Lilly replied sarcastically and pointed at a couple of guys near the door who were staring lustfully at Genevieve "And I bet those guys want to hear your opinions on global warming," she snickered.

"I'm sure they would, I'm constantly being told how insightful my opinions are," Genevieve replied defensively.

"Yeah, they probably would, but only to get close to you because of the way you look. If you weren't so damn hot they wouldn't give you the time of day."

"That's a horrible thing to say," Genevieve told Lilly.

"But its true," Lilly argued.

"It is not." Genevieve argued back.

"Yes, it is," Lilly countered.

"Well it doesn't matter. It's not like there's anyway to prove it," Genevieve decided to just end the argument.

"Actually there is," Lilly chimed in brightly just as the train stopped at their station and the bell notified everyone that the doors were opening. "C'mon," she urged pulling Genevieve out of her seat and off the train with her.

Story: My Father's Ward

MY FATHER'S WARD

By Tcheser

Emily was one of the loveliest women I had ever met. She was poised, intelligent, I and stunningly beautiful. She had long, curly, chestnut hair, and a lovely face with elegant bone structure and full red lips. Her long, slender body was perfection from her silky smooth legs to her supple perky breasts to the long red nails she had professionally manicured.

All of this made her absolutely unbearable though. She was my late father’s ward and practically my sister. I could never have her the way I wanted her. It hurt me deeply. My passion for her grew first into despair and then eventually into full blown hatred. Finally I could take it no more.

I cornered her one morning in the hallway. She was wearing an expensive designer dress that was somewhat low cut and sleeveless with a short matching jacket, sexily patterned stockings and open toed sling backs. Her earrings, necklace, tennis bracelet and matching anklet all sparkled with diamonds.

I told her I was in love with her and that she was the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Before she could respond I continued and told her how I was in no position to court her and furthermore under these circumstances I could no longer behold her beauty. Wipe off your makeup I demanded and let me see the real you. She used my handkerchief and wiped off her lipstick and rouge. I can’t remove it properly she protested as the makeup smeared across her face.

Story: The New Sofia

THE NEW SOFIA

By Tcheser

Sofia couldn’t believe she was moving back home at the age of 26, but she was. It was absolutely necessary and she wouldn’t be doing it if she wasn’t desperate. After she broke up with her boyfriend of 6 years a few months back she also quit her job. The two had worked together. She wouldn’t admit it, but she worked for him and it had only really been because of her generosity that she had risen as fast as she had in the corporation. It was no surprise that she couldn’t find a similar position anywhere else.

Depressed she didn’t work for several months and ran through her savings rapidly. She had never been much of a saver and lived well beyond her means. After three months she was totally broke and her credit cards were maxed out. She had no choice but to reach out to her grandmother for help. She asked for a loan, but her old grandmother didn’t think that was wise. If she were to help out Sofia it would be on her terms. Shamed but without any other options Sofia agreed.

The first stipulation her grandmother had was that she move in with her to cut expenses. Sofia had to give up her luxury apartment and she did it but not without a few tears. Next to go was her leased Jaguar. It was too expensive and required too much upkeep. If she needed to go somewhere her grandmother would arrange something or she could take the bus. This hurt Sofia a lot but she did it. Then without much more then her toiletries and her clothes she moved into her grandmother’s old stately home. She didn’t know how things could get any worse. Soon she found out though.

Story: Perfection

PERFECTION

By Tcheser


Marcy was beautiful. Everyone always told her so. A beautiful face, gorgeous shimmering blonde hair she wore long and loose, a perfect figure with gravity defying breasts and long sexy legs. She felt she wasn’t however… perfect. Ever since she reached puberty she had been cursed with troublesome skin. Not acne really, but she had more than her fair share of breakouts she thought. She had tried all the over the counter creams and ointments, seen a dermatologists and even tried a number of special skin care products out of magazines and off Television. None had worked to her satisfaction though and this annoyed her to no end.

Having tried everything else only one possible solution remained. There was a special clinic near Marcy that was doing testing on a new drug that was supposed to clear up problematic skin like her own. This would be a rather drastic move, but her senior year of high school was approaching and she wanted it to be perfect. So she decided to go for it. Daddy would pay whatever they wanted after all and nothing she thought could be any worse than another year with a less than flawless complexion

When she arrived at the clinic she was quickly seen by one of the scientists there. His name was Dr. Hyde, which Marcy thought was too funny. He instantly recognized her skin problems and sympathized. He however told her she had a rather mild case and perhaps the treatments they offered at the clinic weren’t for her. There could be side effects after all and when one had such a mild condition, such as Marcy had, it was sometimes best to just leave it alone.

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Story: Going Into Hiding (Part 3)

GOING INTO HIDING

Part 3

by Tcheser

Gerty was awoken abruptly at six again the next morning and pushed out of bed. Once again she was told by Sal to make breakfast. This time she didn't argue and did her best to please him. She made frozen waffles with butter and maple syrup and about a pound of bacon. Sal informed her that they had a waffle maker and next time it would be used. Gerty didn't even know they had a waffle maker or where it was, let alone know how to make waffles from scratch. Sal then added that she had made far too much bacon. He appreciated her efforts and all, but as she apparently didn't know these things he felt obliged to tell her when she made a mistake. Otherwise she might never learn the correct way of doing things. Gerty nodded that she understood, but said nothing. Sal then made polite conversation while they ate giving her no further clues as to how the day was to proceed. It was torture for poor nervous Gerty. Luckily as they were finishing up breakfast though she caught a break.

The phone rang.

Sal went and answered it and from what Gerty could overhear it sounded like it was Sal's FBI handler, Joe Martell. She couldn't stand the guy. He was very stodgy and always seemed to be looking at her like he thought she was a tramp. She continued to listen as she cleared the breakfast dishes. Then she carefully picked up the extension in the kitchen so she could hear both sides of the conversation. She smiled when she heard that the Joe needed Sal to come into their branch office today. The branch office was two towns away. Sal would be gone at the very least most of the day. Sal agreed of course and the agent said he would pick him up in a couple hours.

So for the next two hours Gerty anxiously awaited Sal's departure. He hadn't mentioned anything about his imminent meeting with the FBI to her so she couldn't let on that she knew. In the meantime he directed her in cleaning the house. He painstakingly wrote out a chore list for her to follow. He had to watch her though as he found Gerty didn't even know the difference between cleanser and soap. This was a job the maid, Maria or Maribel or something, usually did so Gerty never had to. From what Sal said the maid would soon be unemployed though. Gerty was to do all the household chores from now on. When the maid arrived the next morning Sal was going to break the news to her.

Story: Going Into Hiding (Part 2)

GOING INTO HIDING

Part 2

by Tcheser

After their fateful and, to Annabelle, humiliating trip downtown a strange thing occurred. Sal found himself very turned on for some reason as they drove home. He wasn't sure if it was from the way he had taken charge in his relationship with his wife or because he enjoyed seeing Annabelle distressed. Whatever the reason though they arrived back at their FBI supplied house in record time. He then pulled the woman who was for all intents and purposes "Gerty" into the house by her elbow. From there he led her into the bedroom only stopping long enough to drop her new clothes off by the dresser. He then tossed her onto the bed and started unbuckling his pants.

Annabelle now Gerty had been confused at first but now realized that Sal was randy. Although she wasn't really in the mood she had always found in the past that having sex with Sal got her what she wanted. If she had wanted to take a trip she would sleep with him to get it. If she wanted a new fur coat sex was again the answer. She had yet to find a situation that sex couldn't get her what she wanted. So she decided she would end his little tirade the old fashioned way. She gave him a sexy smile and positioned herself on the pillows for him. When he was naked he came to her and told her he was going to take her like they do in the Midwest. She happily smiled and prepared herself for some pleasure.

It didn't come though. Sal simply pushed up her skirt, pulled down her awful cotton briefs and slid inside her. Less then two minutes later he blew his wad and pulled out. He gave her one kiss and rolled over. She lay there for a few minutes expecting more. When it didn't come she finally complained. She asked where her orgasm was. Laughing Sal said that was her problem. If she wanted him to get involved with that kind of a thing from now on she was going to have to be a very good little wifey indeed. From now on she would perform her wifely duty without question or special reward.

Story: Going Into Hiding (Part 1)

GOING INTO HIDING

Part 1

by Tcheser

Salvatore Giuseppe hated to do it but there was no other way. His life as a mobster had to come to an end. He had done too many bad things and the police had finally caught him. He knew he wasn't blameless, but it was the result of his upbringing that had really laid the foundation for his criminal endeavors. Had he not been born the son of a gangster he would have most likely never been more then a corrupt accountant or a bill padding lawyer. As it was the police had him for drug trafficking and he was looking at 10-20 years in the pen. He could have done the time, but the hard ass DA was on a mission and promised him that should he stay mum about the mob's doings he would personally make sure Sal's time in prison was a living hell. Having no other options Sal accepted the DA's offer for immunity from prosecution in exchange for turning states evidence. He would of course have to go into the witness protection program, but these things were as they were.

A month later Sal was out of New York and in lovely Iowa. He hated every moment of it. He couldn't stand not being a mobster. It was all he knew and having that part of him gone was like living without a leg. This made him quite irritable. What made him even more irritable was how his wife barely seemed to care or notice. She was in her own little world.

As long as she was still the elegant Mrs. Annabelle Giuseppe with her fancy clothes and fancy cars and her life of leisure she was fine. She was blitzed most of the time. Whatever time she wasn't shopping or strutting around in her expensive revealing clothes. Her lifestyle hadn't really changed much. Their house was a little smaller, but she still had a maid, ate out or ordered in every meal and had a pool to sun herself by. It was infuriating to Sal who had sacrificed so much and completely rearranged his life.

Finally he decided he would do something about it. It would be fun bringing Annabelle back down to earth. Besides he didn't really have much else to do after all. So starting that Monday he began to hatch his secret plan to make his wife understand what he was going through.