I felt bad that she did not feel that she could share the way she felt, even as she alternated between expressing these deep passions for the man and ...hen dismissing them a foolish mid-life crush. You see, my wife is not very free with her feelings, in the near thirty years together, I could name fewer than a dozen people, including the usual assortments of movie stars, who she has had any real sexual attraction for, no this was different, this despite that fact that nothing physical had. Their happiness effects my health asmuch as their sadness and anger. For now I am young and beautiful again, Iintend to fully enjoy it as well as the power it provides inside. You wouldbe amazed at what can be created in the mind."A Coyote howled in the distance, and Gwendolyn raised our voice in answer.Then she turned back to Momma. "I really need to leave to attend somethingelse. Promise me you will not push the Archive to remember." The Archive?" Yes her name is Melody Anne. It is her job to. Any longer, and I'd have had to soften it another way.Finally I began to urinate, stepping closer towards the bowl so I didn't miss-direct my aim and cause yet another mess. As I did so, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. Chris had stepped away from the door, closing the distance between us. She now stood beside me looking down at me as I peed."Can I hold it?" she asked."What?" Hold it? Always wanted to do that ... see what it was like, you know ... being a girl and all." I don't. When he got home Jacob would take off his tight black wife beater and stand in front of the mirror. He stared for a moment. He started at his hair; it was typical stereotype Italian black spiked hair. He took very good care of his hair. His eyes being just as dark, matching his hair. His entire face was highlighted by that boyish grin. His shoulder wide and his arms strong. The definition of his chest and abs was extraordinary. His legs were strong with minimum hair. Next he took note of the.