”“Orgasms,” she said.“Sorry,” he replied not understanding why she had corrected him.“They were orgasms, multiple orgasms, continuous orga...ms, one after the other until he was spent. You did this for me and I will never be able to repay you for allowing me to have so much pleasure. I love you more after this than I ever have if that is possible.”“I love you too, honey.” He looked around feeling an intense feeling of wellness in his chest, “Where is he?” he asked hoping against hope he had died. "Partay, partay, partay," she said. It looked like she'd just been in a Conga line, "One, two, three, Kick," Sounded like it, too. "One, two, three, Kick. Hi, Wendy ... when did you get here?"She looked around, "Umh ... when did I get here?" Just now," Wendy said."Problems?" Seven asked."David didn't come home for dinner and I baked his favorite. Lihakaalilaatikko Cabbage Casserole," Wendy said"That sounds positively awful," Seven said, holding her nose, "Smells bad, too." Here," Wendy speared. Obviously a woman wants the best mate she can find, but sometimes the drive causes her to accept less than perfect. If you look around you’ll see plenty of married people who shouldn’t have gotten married because they really aren’t “right” for each other in a social sense. That’s Mother Nature’s fault, but the individuals in that situation are the ones who have to live with the consequences. That brings morals back into the picture. A lot of people stay together because their moral code demands. Damn it all, she was only a jumped up parlour maid with a bottom His Majesty liked pinching!Having got a nice breakfast of fried fish, Roberta went to waken her. She was horrified to see that Paula was shivering and seemed not to recognise her Mistress/Slave. When she felt her forehead, Roberta realised that she was burning up with fever. The girl needed to be taken somewhere warm - and quickly.It took Roberta, cursing herself for mistreating her beloved so cruelly the night before, only.