”“So…I don’t understand. Why did you ask me to dress up like this?”I looked down at her puzzled old face. She thought she was safe now – s...e thought she had been reprieved. No condemnation from the neighbours when she appeared in Court, no mutterings and whisperings when she walked into church on Sunday. It was time to tell her the price of her “respectability”.“Because I thought you’d like to look smart for your first fuck since you were widowed” I replied calmly.Her face reddened. “But…..how. I wish I could remember why.****I remember where I heard my word. There were two voices, talkingnearby. One was a soft, high voice, and it said something I could notunderstand. Then the other voice, which was deeper and louder,responded by saying my word.The soft-voiced one did not like the word. I heard it crying. I don'twant it to cry, because the voice reminded me of something happy.*****I am learning more words. Or maybe I am remembering them.I know, for example, that I am in a "room"It has. (An Aside about Pussy Juice).Speaking of juices, there’s no way to avoid having him deal with your nectar. To me, my wife’s pussy juice (I suspect that many men feel the same way about their partner’s juice) is the elexir of life, the yummiest, most delicious, most aphrodisical liquid in the universe, BETTER THAN CHOCOLATE (can you imagine???). If your man is not one of that group (and he’d better have a lot else going for him if he isn’t), then you will have to initiate him into one of the. Nozomi's cherry red lips were tasty looking. Her lips were parted in death slightly. Her eyes were slightly open in her death stare as she died. Her killer thought she looked better with her eyes closed. He ran his hand over her eyes to close them. "Rest in peace, Nozomi-chan!" He laughed as he said this. The truth is he had followed her for weeks and planned the murder.He kissed her cherry red, but dead, lips. He looked in her purse and found more lipstick. He kept it. He thought it might.