15 comments/ 15229 views/ 7 favorites The Marriage Simulator By: amyyum They have airplane simulators to test out who is good pilot material, don't they? So why not a simulator to test out who is good marriage material? At least that's the question that I asked myself after I went through my second divorce of a cheating husband at the ripe old age of twenty seven. Both James and Trent seemed like great guys who were in love with me and would be true. It turned out that they loved my money, not me. When I was twenty one my very wealthy parents died in a private plane crash and left my brother Aaron and me millions of dollars each. While pre-nups protected me financially from my ex-husbands, they didn't protect my heart or my confidence, and neither one lasted two years. I began to wonder if there was something about me that made me unlovable. I'm no Kate Upton, but I'm not bad looking. I don't have acne or warts all over my body, I'm in reasonably good shape with what I'm told is a really nice ass, I'm passionate in bed, and I'm nice to everyone. My brother Aaron's kindness, and his insistence that I see a therapist, got me back on track within six months of my last divorce. It was then that I started thinking in earnest about marriage simulation. My family had actually donated a wing of the main science building at the University that Aaron and I graduated from, so I took advantage of the good will that came with our gifts of several million dollars to meet with the heads of the biomedical engineering and psychology departments, and their top assistants. After getting their assurances that they wouldn't laugh at me, I told them what I was looking for. "Dr. Swan and Dr. Beetle, what I want is a program and device that will put someone through what marriage is like – especially focusing on fidelity – to determine whether or not they would be a good and faithful husband. It might require one or more devices, written and oral quizzes while hooked up to some truth-telling device, and profiling. I'm not sure how to go about it, but I'm willing to underwrite a research project relating to it. Is there a realistic possibility that something like that is possible?" Dr. Swan, who is both an M. D. and PhD in engineering, spoke first for the biomedical engineering department. "I'm sure that we can come up with hardware and software that measures truthfulness of a subject in many different ways; and if – I stress 'IF' – there is some relationship between propensity to be a loyal spouse and genetics we can run genome sequencing on test subjects. However, coming up with other aspects of the program is beyond our capabilities." Dr. Beetle, also an M. D. and a PhD in psychology, and someone who looked like he came out of Central Casting because he fit so well what the public would envision someone with his background and education would look like, stroked his Freud-like grey beard for several minutes while everyone in the room looked at him. Finally he spoke, with his cultured British accent. "I really do believe that If Dr. Swan's people can do what he suggests that my department can come up with a program that will do the job. This is a very interesting proposition Miss Williams," he said before I interrupted him. "Please call me 'Ashley' Dr. Beetle." "Very well – as I was saying, Ashley, this is something that interests me a great deal and I would love to work on it." "Splendid," I replied, trying to keep my enthusiasm under control but almost clapping my hands together in glee. "What I ask is that your departments, Dr. Swan and Dr. Beetle, come up with a projected cost and time frame for such a program, and an evaluation of what the probability of success is, and that we meet again in two weeks to discuss it further. I would hope that the time frame would be one year or less – I have a very personal interest in this project. "That sounds like an excellent plan. Charles," Dr. Beetle's first name is Charles but only other PhDs call him that, "let's you and I talk some more after Ashley departs and see who should be assigned what responsibilities," Dr. Swan said as he stood up when I did. He seemed very eager. To make a long story short, two weeks after our first meeting I gave my go-ahead for a two million dollar project, to be completed within eleven months, to develop the equipment and program for a marriage simulation project. I met with the team leaders for each aspect of the project every three weeks for status updates and brainstorming sessions. I found some of the concepts that the team leaders were talking about to be extremely thought-provoking, intellectually stimulating, and/or bizarre. Maybe the most bizarre concept – to me anyway – that was imparted to me very early in the process was a genetic pre-disposition to cheat. As Dr. Beetle's top assistant – Dr. Angela Merkel – described it "We have found through research, before we started on this project, that variations in the oxytocin and vasopressin receptor genes play a big part in the propensity for someone to cheat." "WOW!" I exclaimed, feeling that I should even though I was not familiar with most of the terms she used, let alone the concept. "Is it possible, though, to test for those variations? I mean, how do you get someone's genes, let alone examine them?" "Probably five years ago – and certainly ten years ago – that would have been impossible," Angela continued, "but now techniques exist for quickly and relatively inexpensively both obtaining a person's genes in a basically non-invasive manner, and assessing the genes once obtained." "How accurate can the assessment be?" I continued. "If a person has a particular variant of both the oxytocin and vasopressin genes there is a 40-60% higher probability than in the general population that he or she would be likely to be promiscuous; including cheating on someone who he or she supposedly has an exclusive relationship with," Angela replied with authority. "What is it, 40% or 60%?" I continued. "You have to understand that our sampling and testing to date has only been with roughly 2000 participants so we can't pin it down exactly; but if I had to give a number I'd say that it was about 55% for men and about 45% for women," Angela quickly responded, accompanied by nods from her staff researcher Ben Bradley. While the teams of researchers were feverishly working on my project to have a test run available within ten months of my authorization, and a final "product" within eleven, I was busy – in addition to running several of the businesses I had inherited, and assisting my brother in managing our stock portfolio – trying to find suitable marriage candidates. I used all of the modern mechanisms for doing that, including on-line dating services, in addition to frequenting events where suitable "contestants" might be. As I was doing that I was also working on scenarios on how I could get the candidates to participate in what we now called "The Marriage Simulator." Telling potential candidates outright what it was definitely wasn't an option. To my great joy – and real surprise – I found two potential candidates within nine months of my authorization of The Marriage Simulator project. Tim Johnson was a year younger than I was, good looking, fit, cocky, and a medical technician. Rob Roy (that really is his name) was two years older than I was, not as good looking as Tim but with a kind face and demeanor, with a great body, and the executive director of a charity. I never made any exclusive commitment to either, or they to me, but I enjoyed dating both of them for about six months. This included, or course, some time in the sack. Tim was fiery in bed. He loved doggy while pulling my hair and spanking my ass – not my favorite activities, but close to it. He really knew how to use his cock, and I had multiple orgasms almost every time that we had sex, especially if he warmed me up properly which he usually – although not always – did by sucking my clitoris. Rob was gentler than Tim. Sex with Rob was more like making love than fucking, normally not quite as physically stimulating as with Tim, but with a stronger emotional connection. While my favorite position was cowgirl, Rob was enamored with another particular position. In fact, one thing that distinguished Rob from any other sex partner I had ever had (or anyone I had ever heard of during intimate conversations with my girlfriends) was his love of a sideways intercourse position that I had never heard of (despite my subscription to Cosmo and review of the Kama Sutra). It is a distortion of a position variously called "Fight Fire," "The Pretzel," and "Romp With A View." He calls it "The Rob Special." In "The Rob Special" I lay on my back with my knees pulled up towards my chest. Rob lies perpendicular to me and when his penis is inserted I rest my feet on his thigh and buttocks. Even more bizarre than the position is the way that Rob moves his body with his dick up my pussy. He moves horizontally in both planes, sometimes at the same time. Since he has long arms he periodically flicks my clit while doing this. The orgasms I get from it are earth-shattering, but not multiple, and it has the drawback that I don't do any work except occasionally pulse my relatively weak pc muscles. Therefore while it is great, I like cowgirl and doggy better. Perhaps I should describe Tim's and Rob's personalities more than the sex, because the personality (especially as related to commitment/fidelity) ended up being more important in my first two marriages than the sex, which was always good even if not spectacular; but it is the sex that comes most to mind and I was placing much hope on The Marriage Simulator to help with the fidelity part. However, I probably should at least point out that Tim seemed to really like the fact that I had money, whereas Rob was completely blasé about it. * * * * * The development of The Marriage Simulator ended up being fairly straightforward. Most of the equipment ended up to be off-the-shelf or easily modified versions of commercial equipment. This included an MRI, and sweat lie detector. The only unique equipment was an advanced lie detector in the form of a whole body suit wirelessly connected to a computer rather than electrodes hooked up by wires to a polygraph machine. There were various other sensors that were utilized as part of the equipment, some without even touching the body, and several placebo machines. As far as the procedures were concerned, the genetic evaluation of the vasopressin and oxytocin receptor genes was a key component, but also very important were a wide variety of questions and simulated "situations." It was determined that only a short written test would be given, and that all of the rest of the testing would be done orally, most while the subject was hooked up to an actual or placebo piece of equipment. It was also decided that the most important questions would be asked in five or six different ways, with the response to each version monitored by a different piece of equipment, and that any detected lies would be a big demerit. The total time for The Marriage Simulator was four hours on each of two different days, a Monday and Thursday for Tim and his co-worker, and a Tuesday and Friday for Rob and his assistant directors. I didn't want either Rob or Tim tested alone lest they get suspicious. I was particularly proud of the way that I got Tim and Rob to participate in the tests. I talked to the director of the hospital that Tim worked at and offered to give the hospital a $50,000 donation if – without exposure of my involvement – Tim and any other employee that the director suggested would participate in a psychology experiment for the local University. She was only too happy to agree. In Rob's case since he was the executive director of his employer I could not take the same approach as I did with Tim. However, I could – and did – have a fake organization solicit Rob and his two assistants to participate in a psychology experiment for the local University which would qualify their charity to be considered for a $100,000 grant. Tim had no choice but to participate, although from my discussions with him he seemed happy to do so especially since it would give him a chance to get away from his normal work routine for most of two days. Rob talked to me about the solicitation and was unsure about his participation but I convinced him that he could not possibly eschew the possibility of his charity getting so much money for so little effort on his part – and that he would be contributing to science. The researchers were very pleased with how things went. They expected good results because they had run tests between the tenth and eleventh months of development using individuals that they knew were either loyal married individuals or known cheaters, and the results that they got seemed to mesh almost exactly with what they already knew. However, there always is the possibility of aberrant situations, and the researchers were pleased that those did not seem to occur during the initial trials. About a week after the final day of the simulation, I met with the researchers. Even though Drs. Swan, Beetle, and Merkel attended, it was Angela Merkel's assistant Ben Bradley who had been tasked with accumulating and analyzing the results and presenting them. Of course we didn't discuss the results from Tim's co-worker or from Rob's assistants but I was a little surprised that the co-worker's results were almost opposite those of Tim, and that Rob's assistants' results were similar to each other but almost opposite those of Rob. Tim was subject #1 and Rob subject #3 – we didn't use real names for any of the subjects. "We found that subject #1 had normal vasopressin and oxytocin receptor genes and that subject #3 had variants that are associated with promiscuous behavior," Bradley started out. That was surprising to me because if I had been told ahead of time that one would have the variant and the other no variant I would have bet that Tim would have the variant, not Rob. Angela's eyebrows also rose when Bradley said that. "The rest of the testing, especially from the MRI and the whole body lie detector, which collaboration between psychology and engineering postulate are the most reliable, supports the genetic evaluation. You can see the details of the results in the hand-outs that you each have, but the conclusion is that Tim has about a 85-95% probability of being a faithful marriage partner while Rob has a probability of about 35-45%," Bradley continued. I found that strange too – I expected both to be in the 70%+ category. Upon subsequent questioning of Bradley by the others in the room I also found it strange that Bradley seemed to be nervous, which I chalked up to him being intimidated by three PhDs and a PhD candidate, which is who the questioners were. I took the results to heart. I wasn't going to spend two million dollars on a project and just ignore it, so I broke it off with Rob and asked Tim for an exclusive relationship. Neither of those events went as I expected either. Rob seemed to be genuinely upset by our break – even though I tried to make it as kind and gentle as possible. Tim, on the other hand, was very enthusiastic about an exclusive relationship and was all for it. * * * * * Things moved quickly with Tim after the completion of The Marriage Simulator. He asked me to marry him three months later, and since I had already had a very large, and then a large, wedding this one was small, only two months after he asked me to marry him. Before the wedding, however, I did have a "fidelity" talk with him just to make sure that he understood how important that was to me – and a paragraph about that was included in the pre-nup. He seemed fine with both the talk and the contract language. I thought that things with Tim were going well. He significantly cut back on his work hours after we married, which I thought was a little strange, but not a real problem. It meant that I was working more hours than he was, but he seemed to keep busy and he helped out with charity events that I hosted, and was always pleasant to my business associates and friends. After about a year things were not as fiery in the bedroom as I would have hoped – based upon our sexual relationship before marriage – but it wasn't the main thing that I was looking for in a husband so I wasn't distressed by a diminution of the intensity or frequency of our love-making. Well you know what they say about the best laid plans of mice and rich girls – things went astray. After Tim and I had been married about eighteen months, I noticed a problem in my nether regions. I immediately went to my OB/GYN. She gave me the bad news over the phone the next day. "You have chlamydia," rang in my ears at least a thousand times even though she said it only once. There was no mystery how I had gotten it since I had only had sex with Tim for the last twenty three months. "The fucking bastard," "two million for The Marriage Simulator down the drain," and "I've got to be the most cheated on women in the state," were some of the hundreds of horrible thoughts and sound bites that constantly caromed through my mind. The proper antibiotic treatment was delivered to my office within an hour after my doctor gave me the bad news, and within an hour after that I had the head and top operative of the most respected PI firm in the city in my office. A sudden week long "business trip" came up so that I didn't have to interact with Tim until I got the PI's report, and I stayed with my brother Aaron since I needed comfort as well as to get away from Tim. A week was all of the time that I needed for the PI to find out that Tim regularly paid visits to a trashy slut named Jen, who he supported with my money, for all sorts of nasty sex. I was at first devastated, then chagrined, then angry, and then livid. I'm not normally a vengeful person, to the point that I simply divorced my first two husbands rather than seeking retribution, but now I was out for revenge. What I did was way, way over the top. You can do things way, way over the top if you have scads of money. I had a number of long time valuable employees, left over from when my parents were alive. Two of them I had known since I was a little kid, the other two (both pilots of the private jet my brother and I owned) I had known for about fifteen years. I paid all of them above market salaries and had for a long time. They were very loyal. I told them what I had planned, and why. They didn't even flinch; in fact three of them had big shit-eating grins and admitted that they never liked Tim. I didn't tell my brother Aaron, however, so he would have plausible deniability. Part of our holdings was a series of isolated islands in the Pacific. Why my father ever bought them, I don't know – but he did, and we never used them, although I did visit them by seaplane once. The largest – about one square mile – that we called "Bedrock," had a solid rock base, from a very, very old volcano, and was well out of the shipping lanes. I had my employees obtain a solar powered refrigerator, and enough simple provisions (the food in the form of military MREs, not too tasty but nutritious), clothing, a rain-catching system, some bottled water until the rain-catching system could be effectively used, and a few simple tools, so that with some effort a person could live well on Bedrock for eighteen months. One night while I was supposedly out of town on business my two longest term associates chloroformed Tim when he was leaving his chlamydia-carrying fuck buddy's apartment. They then injected him with a powerful knockout drug, and brought him to our private plane. The pilots flew to Fiji – although that's not what the flight plan said – where all of the equipment and provisions were waiting for them, rented a seaplane, and transported the still unconscious Tim and the provisions to Bedrock. The Marriage Simulator They left Tim on Bedrock with the tiny solar powered refrigerator and antibiotics in the refrigerator with a note telling him that he had chlamydia and needed to take all of the antibiotics in the refrigerator over the next two weeks, and with instructions for how to use the rain-catching equipment. Then the pilots injected him with a chemical that would slowly wake him up and left. After no one could find Tim – I wonder why – for three months, I filed for divorce alleging abandonment. The time frame for abandonment in my state is a year and a day. Even before I filed for divorce, I went to meet with the people at the University who had run The Marriage Simulator to find out how it could have gone so wrong. I met with Drs. Swan, Beetle and Merkel. "Where's Ben Bradley?" I asked with some irritation because he wasn't there. "He left our employ the semester after we ran The Marriage Simulator for you," Angela Merkel said. "We didn't try to keep him because we had become less enthralled with him as time went by and The Marriage Simulator was his last chance to prove to us that he was a worthwhile researcher," Angela Merkel honestly replied. That was NOT what I wanted to hear. "Let me get this straight, for my two million dollars I got someone to actually run The Marriage Simulator who you were giving a 'last chance' too? I sure as hell deserved more than that, especially despite all of your prognostications it turned out to be a fucking disaster for me!" I screamed. I never had used swear words in their presence before nor had I ever been anything but polite. They were startled by the venom that I spewed as I related the whole sorry mess with Tim to them. All three were scrambling to make things right. They promised a complete review of the entire project and promised to redo it all on their dime if they found any problems. I didn't leave happy but was at least somewhat mollified. My parting words were not conciliatory, however. "You better find a way to fix this mess otherwise the University will never receive another penny from my family, and I'll tell the Chancellor why!" I snapped as I left in a huff. About a week later I got a call from Angela Merkel. "Uh, Ashley – can I still call you Ashley?" she started out. "Sure – IF you have some worthwhile information for me," I shot back. "Yes....yes I think that I do, Ashley. First let me say that we reviewed the entire project even so far as to contacting the other participants, and we still are 100% convinced that the science behind The Marriage Simulator is sound. However, we believe that what happened was that Ben Bradley switched the results for Tim and Rob, although we can't figure out why he did that," Angela told me, her voice quivering. I was stunned; however the more I thought about it the more I thought that it made complete sense. After an initial gasp I was apparently quiet enough on the phone so that Angela asked "Are you still there Ashley?" "Yes, I'm here," I replied. "What makes you think that Bradley switched the results?" She went through a lengthy explanation that included a technically complex analysis of entries that Bradley made into a University computer. However, she assured me that Dr. Swan and his staff – who were the technical experts – were certain from the entries that the results had been switched. She concluded with "Is it possible that your husband knew the purpose of the test and paid Bradley off? That could also explain Bradley's departure." "Have Dr. Swan send me all of the background information as well as his technical analysis in as simple a format as possible, and provide me with everything you know about Bradley, especially where he is employed and/or lives now. I'll take care of the rest," I told her. Within a week I had Bradley served with a lawsuit charging him with fraud and about ten other torts that my high-priced law firm thought up, and he also received a call from a police investigator that my lawyers sicced on him. I am told that he almost had a heart attack when served, and that he called my attorneys the very next day and begged to find some way out since defending the lawsuit alone would ruin him and his reputation. I told my lawyers to have him meet me at their office the next Saturday morning, and that it would be his one and only chance to save himself. When Bradley got to my attorneys' office on Saturday he looked like shit. Neither I nor the two attorneys that were there with me offered him any courtesies. When he entered the room in a nasty voice I simply said "Sit across from me Bradley; I trust that my attorney told you that this is the ONLY chance that you have to get out of this situation, otherwise I'll crush you." "Yes...yes...uh, yeah, I...I understand," he stuttered, looking like he was about to vomit. "If you give me one line of bullshit I'm walking out of here with instructions to my attorneys to destroy you and you're reputation. The only job you'll ever be able to get is flipping burgers, GOT IT?" The last two words were spoken as I rose to my feet and slammed my palm on the table. Bradley might have peed his pants before he mumbled "Yes, yes,...got it!" "Why did you switch the results for Tim and Rob for The Marriage Simulator? Tell me everything including if you got payouts from anyone and how much." By then I had had a forensic accountant go through Tim's handling of both my money and what he brought into the marriage so I was quite sure that Tim had paid Bradley off, and how much, but I was clueless as to how it came about. "I'll tell the simple facts first and then you can ask me any questions you like," he mumbled not making eye contact. "Speak up," I said, "this is being recorded." He glanced around sheepishly and then continued. "I knew Tim from a softball league we had played in for three years, including one year on the same team. We were friendly, but certainly not bosom buddies. I was unhappy at the University and had money problems and I saw this as a chance to solve them. After the first day of testing I asked Tim to meet me at a bar that night. I told him everything about you and The Marriage Simulator and that there was another contestant and that I thought whoever won you would probably want to marry." Bradley started gagging a little and asked "Could I have some water?" "Fuck no," I replied with my arms crossed. "Keep talking." After gagging a little more he continued. "He seemed to be very interested in your money – and what it could do for him if he was married to you. He didn't like working. He said that if I could find a way to make him look better than Rob he'd pay me $50,000 if you and he got married. I told him that I'd see what I could do, although there were some results I couldn't fake because they were double and triple checked. When the stark differences between his results and Rob's became clear, the solution was apparent. I simply switched them. He paid me the $50,000 over the first six months after you got married, and I haven't asked for or gotten anything more." After my attorneys and I grilled Bradley for another half hour I stood up and announced to my attorneys "Sign a contract with this piece of shit to pay back the $50,000 over the next two years, the suit and any prosecution to be stayed unless he misses a payment. After the two years we'll drop the suit and not ruin his reputation. He is to have no contact with my asshole soon-to-be-ex-husband Tim but will testify against him if necessary. Oh, and give the bastard some water – but nothing that costs any money!" With that I stormed out of the room to Bradley's sobbing "Thank yous." * * * * * I brooded for a few days after the Bradley meeting, and then I decided to get proactive. I started thinking about Rob and how I had left things with him. I wondered if it was possible to start up with him again. After all he did pass The Marriage Simulator with flying colors, and I had more confidence than ever in The Marriage Simulator since it pegged Tim as a cheater. After Tim had been on Bedrock for about four months and my divorce case was about a month old I checked to see that Rob wasn't married, and then went to see him at his office without an appointment. I announced myself to his receptionist giving only my first name with the statement that I was a potential large donor. "How large are you talking about?" asked the gum-chewing gate-keeper, who looked more like a senior in High School than the employee of national charity. "The six figure kind – with no decimal point," I shot back giving her the stink eye. She mumbled something into the phone, turned to me, and said – this time refraining from chewing until she was finished talking – "Mr. Roy will see you now. First office on the left down the hall behind me." When I walked in Rob was already standing but seemed surprised to see me. Apparently Ms. High School Senior never gave him my name. He looked better than I had remembered him. "Ashley – you're the potential donor? Or was that a ruse to get in here? And why would you come here anyway? I thought that you made it very clear the last time that I saw you that we were done." The last sentence was delivered with a very perplexed look. "Rob I know that personally you aren't influenced by money, and that's one quality I've always respected you for. However, I haven't seen a charity yet that doesn't need $100,000. I've made out a check to your charity for $100,000 and I'll give it to you if you simply listen to me for one hour. You have to promise not to cut the meeting short, and after the hour I'll answer any questions that you have. After that I hand over the check, no strings, and it is totally your decision what happens next." He stared at me for a good minute without saying anything. I met his gaze as stoically as I could. Finally he spoke. "Of course it would be irresponsible for me to turn down $100,000 – the Board of Directors could legitimately ask for my head on a platter, especially at this time in our economy when almost all charities are stressed. However, I can't see you right now, Ashley. How about 7:30 tonight at my apartment?" "You live at the same place?" "I do." "I'll be there at 7:30. Do you need a cashier's check?" He smiled, and then chuckled. "No, a personal check from you is more trustworthy than a cashier's check from a bank." I smiled in reply, turned and walked out waving my hand. I looked back when I made the turn out of his office. Maybe it was my imagination, but I do believe that Rob was admiring my ass. I arrived promptly at 7:30. After a cordial but formal greeting he asked "Would you like to sit at the table or on the couch – and do you want some white wine?" "I'd love a glass of wine, but since this is primarily a business meeting, the table will do fine, Rob, thank you." After we sat across from each other at the table and I took the first sip from my glass I removed the already-made-out check from my purse and made a show of putting it next to me on the table. "Rob, I intend to bare my soul to you. I'm going to be brutally honest – and I'm telling you in advance that in some areas I don't come out smelling like a rose. But I believe it is the only chance I have of reconnecting with you on a romantic level – and that is a goal worth humiliating myself for." I do say that I got his attention. He vigorously nodded his head. I said, "Now remember no interruptions." Then I started. I told him everything in detail; except what I had done to Tim. How I had been burned in my first two marriages, how I was dating both him and Tim, how I financed The Marriage Simulator, how Bradley switched his results with Tim's, how I found out that Tim was cheating by getting chlamydia, and how I had filed for divorce and it would be final in less than eight months. It took me an hour and twelve minutes, but he didn't cut me off after an hour, especially since I took two sobbing breaks at particularly humiliating parts. I concluded it with "Rob, I do believe that I loved you. I was disappointed by the results of The Marriage Simulator, but after paying two million dollars for it, and the confidence the designers showed in it, I couldn't ignore it." We sat staring at each other for the longest time. He was hard to read. I finally broke the silence. "Do you have any questions?" He slowly shook his head "No." "You gave a very complete report, Ashley, as straight as if you were a devout Catholic in a confessional. I want to think about what you said. I'll call you in less than a week. Do you still have the same cell phone number?" "No, Rob, I don't. Here's my new number," I enthusiastically replied handing him my personal card. We got up and walked to the door. I demurely said "Thanks for seeing me Rob." "Thanks for the check," he replied. Then he grabbed my hand and said "I need to perform a test of my own." Then he pulled me toward him and planted a completely non-chaste kiss on my lips that lasted a good minute, all the while holding my ass with one hand. When we broke I'm sure that I looked shocked. He simply smiled and said "Have your chauffer drive carefully." I smiled back and walked to the stairs – I avoid elevators for less than five floors. When I turned my head as I walked into the stairwell I do believe that he was staring at my ass again. * * * * * I was on pins and needles for the next three days. Rob called on the fourth. "Hi, Ashley. Could we meet at the restaurant we went to on our first date; only this time you pay?" "Sure. When?" "Sunday, 7:00 p. m." "Do you want me to pick you up?" "No, I'll meet you there." We had a pleasant start to the dinner. We both had favorite dishes at this restaurant that we ordered whenever we went there (together or individually). Finally when we both declined dessert but over a cordial he got to the point. "Ashley, I probably was in love with you two years ago, and it did hurt when you broke up with me. I also really like your looks – perhaps more than any other man you have dated. About the only thing about you that I was concerned about was how naturally dominant you were. I want to be sure that our relationship will be as equal partners despite your wealth and business acumen, and not one where you dictate the relationship. Therefore, I have a test of my own." He paused for dramatic effect; I was quivering with excitement; when the delay was too long for me I said "I'm listening." "I know that you are," he smiled. "I want you to take me to an isolated lake resort – it can have a rating anywhere from two to five stars, your choice, but it must be isolated – for a week. During that time you're going to do anything and everything that I ask; especially when it comes to sex. You will deny me nothing. After that week if we both want to continue with a relationship, we will." A diabolical smile crossed his lips. I never would have believed that Rob would say what he just did. Even more surprising was that I was actually excited by the prospect. "Yes, I agree..." I started to say before he held up his hand in a "Stop" signal. "I want you to think about it for a week before you answer. Call me next Sunday and either tell me "No," in which case we part ways for good, or "Yes," and where the resort is. I'm free the week of the 23rd so that's when we would go so if you agree I hope that your schedule can accommodate that." I realized that making me wait another week was also a test – and to insure that I wasn't impulsive. "OK," I said with a smile. I paid the bill, we had another passionate ass-grabbing kiss just outside the restaurant door, and we went our separate ways. I immediately cleared my schedule for the week of the 23rd, and brought Aaron up to speed on any potential business problems since I did not want to be interrupted that week. I had the resort all arranged within two days – I decided on a resort with a three star rating, not five star like I was used to. Then I simply waited until Sunday, told Rob "Yes," and what the resort was. "I'll pick you up in my car the morning of the 23rd," he said with a tone that indicated he was very pleased. My instinct was to suggest that my chauffer drive us in my Tesla, but decided to keep my mouth shut. I had a feeling that I was going to get a lot of the "Rob Special" that week. I did, although he added a twist to it since most of the time it was consummated with a small vibrator up my ass that he put on "high" just before he was about to cum. It rendered me comatose at least half of the time. Also, he fingered and fucked my ass, tied me spread eagle on the bed while he did about every pleasurable thing that he could do to my pussy and tits, and required me to go topless on the resort beach one day when no kids were around, and to take a naked canoe trip with him. When the week was over I was disappointed – that the time was up, that is. I loved it! He asked me to move in with him on our drive back, I did, and as soon as my divorce was final we got married. I did convince him that there were advantages to living in a six bedroom house with a ball room to hose events for his charity, a hot tub, exercise room, pool, and theater, as opposed to his apartment, so we live in my house now. We got married four years ago, so our marriage has already lasted two years longer than my previous marriages. I see us making it until we both die! We're not only in love, but scrupulously faithful. I've licensed The Marriage Simulator and so far it's had a projected 92 % success rate. Epilogue Some of you – maybe a very few – probably wonder what happened to Tim and Jen. I did have a health worker inform Jen that she had chlamydia, just so she wouldn't infect anyone else, and she got treated for it. Last I heard, however, she was very ill with syphilis – I didn't know anyone still got it, but she somehow managed it. After Tim had been on Bedrock for sixteen months – and my divorce was final – I had a merchant marine ship "just happen" to pick him up. He was in good physical health, but almost nuts from the isolation. It took him a month to get back and find out that I had divorced him. He threatened to make trouble but I pointed out that he could be prosecuted for fraud in view of The Marriage Simulator situation and that Bradley would throw him under the bus. That, plus a payout of $200,000 (what he was entitled to under the pre-nup), got him to sign a contract getting out of my life forever.