I sensed it when she patted her belly and mumbled, "This is so odd.You're not even born and I love you sooo much." She didn't need to say it.I could f...el Mommy's love all around me, infusing me. I didn't know why. Ijust could. Maybe it was because I was nestled snugly beneath her heart.She turned right again and walked a short distance and stopped. I didn'tfeel as tightly pressed in now, as if Mommy's womb had gotten roomier. Ifelt as well as heard her knocking on something.I heard the sound of. As I reached my dressing room door I saw my husband Jack arrive just ahead of me. I called him as he turned the doorknob. He turned around and we kissed. I could see how happy he was. I could also tell he was extremely turned on; that much was obvious from the intensely sexual way he kissed me.He opened the door, got us both inside and closed it behind us without breaking our kiss. As soon as we were inside, he turned me around, bent me over and lifted up the full-length skirt I had been. Just before we got to the door I assumed was his garage, there was another door off to the right. I opened it up and saw a long staircase that descended into darkness. He flipped a switch on the wall beside the door and the basement flooded with light."Now look at me again," he said. I turned to face him noticing the camera was still focused on me. How exciting that he was filming me the entire time. "Now that you know that we are going to be entering our," he paused, "sex dungeon, for lack of. At least it’s not a vase of flowers.’ Aren laughed. ‘I hate impressionism. It drains the life from me. And so does drawing a cityscape. I asked if I could put people in it and she said only if they didn’t draw attention.’ ‘I’ve seen some of your realism pieces. You’re fantastic. I can see where impressionism wouldn’t be your thing. I liked the one you did of the eyes. Totally freakin’ awesome. It was like all these animals were staring at me out of the dark.’ She couldn’t believe she was being.