" What, I can't give my friend a ride? You know I'd do anything for you Patty," he said, trying to sound earnest and sincere."Thanks Van. Let's see ho... the weather goes — if it looks bad I might take you up on that."Van began praying for rain.They began walking up and down the street, looking in the gallery's front windows for a while until they had finished their coffee and donuts. Then they started wandering from shop to shop. Patty was impressed at the breadth and depth of the exhibition.. A scene so flat, it seemed to show the earth’s curve. The field of hissing corn was interrupted only by a smooth line, which rolled from one sky to the other, and took in the clearing where the man stood. No tyre tracks, no footprints. Just him, and whoever had put him there. His face looked skyward, with his neck tilted back. Not a pretty face. Not even a mother could claim that. A face which leered and sneered even in death. A face of curled lip and squint, which mocked the blazing heat. As. Her tone scared me, and I asked her if she was OK. I immediately felt a hard slap to my face, and my wife telling me "I told you to shut up". Then she shoved a rag in my mouth which had a faint odor of urine and was covered in some sort of thick liquid. I later found out it was her soaking wet panties that I had felt at the restaurant. All of the sudden I was aware of my hands being bound together, and I wasn't sure how I felt about that, but knew that she was serious about me keeping my. She blinked, went "Hu... huh?" sleepily.I whispered "Another lesson, love?" using all I had gathered from TV, listening to friends, and a lot of other detached things.She giggled and writhed on me, rolling over. "Why not?" she says, coming awake fully. "I've got to teach you what you need to know." But let me go do something important. Stay here," and she rose and went to the bathroom, coming back with a box of condoms. "I had to douche-and get a new one." Douche?" I asked."Don't worry about.