Mrs. Kim rolled off of me. I scrambled to my feet. I had to get away. Regroup. Think. How could I fight her? She froze Mrs. Fatima. She had magic powe...s somehow.That was so unfair!I darted away, racing around the boulder. The sand turned into brown, wilted grass. I made it two steps when Ms. Kim tackled me from behind, screeching like a mad banshee. I gasped, hitting the ground, the woman ending up atop me.“Now stop resisting,” she cooed, “and let me give you my futa-reward.”I shuddered as a. I talk Hal into getting me some of those female dog pheromones.Two days later, Hal delivers in the form of a squirt bottle. “This is powerful stuff,” he warned, “One squirt will be enough.”That evening, Phoebe wears my favorite red dress with the deep scoop neckline and short skirt. I know neither bra nor panties are part of her outfit. I make every excuse I can think of not to fuck Phoebe when we go out to dinner. She wants to do it at the table, in the bathroom, in the alley, in the car, in. It the quiet of the panting afterward, in a suffused sort of afterglow he had disclosed some very tender thoughts. It had been sort of a wake up call for Mark, "to be grateful," he said, "that we discuss stuff between us". He had told her that he "valued what we have and never wanted to lose it." He had actually thanked her again that she "was the kind of woman he could talk to about anything".That had started long before they had gotten married, talking meaningfully and respectfully about. .. which is better for me.But if you think having worked through depression and anger and all the other 'stages of grief' crap the shrinks talk about, I was back and interested in offering forgiveness and acceptance and empathy you must not have read what happened when I got back ... I am not a saint, and the idea of hurting Sandra had kept me awake nights, and had alternately haunted my dreams and occupied my darkest fantasies. Strangely, Tawny and Connie were both eager to help when I'd.