Do you remember how I had been, John - the wild carefree bird. Then I met you, fell in love... the rest, as someone in the future might say, is histor.... Now I am the quiet housewife who goes to Church every other day, sits at home by the hearth and knits and reads books. Oh, look what you've done to me, John!"John smiled. "Well, at least it leaves you more fresh in bed - you are still the tigress I met."Martha smiled back. "Well, it's high time you took the tiger cub for a lesson or two in. The sleek shadowy figures move ever closer. Their noses raised following the scent of a promise of a meal, and then one, a little cub, comes within stroking distance. Standing as still as a statue, stretching its neck, the cub's nose touches the prized meal.Is this going to be the night Dan wonders? After so long, waiting in the cold nights chilled to the bone, he would be able to hand feed a wild fox by hand. Opening its mouth to snatch the food, showing its perfectly designed meat devouring. Then there was Kimberly. She was about my age, and was very attractive. I’d tried to date Kimberly a couple of times before I met Christa, but she’d always turned me down. Maybe she’d changed her mind. I wasn’t ready to jump back into the dating pool just yet. I had to come to grips with Christa’s rejection before I did that. Still, it was nice to know that somebody thought I was worth a Valentine. On Tuesday morning, I felt a little better about things and made it to my office at. ”“I’ve read it.”“Really,” she said, gasping and bringing her hand to cover her mouth.“It’s very interesting. We are all sexual animals. We all have our fantasies,” I said in a nerdy manner.I got up and went over to the chair and picked up the book. When I turned around and started walking back to her I saw her eyes settle on my very obvious hard on. I looked down at it, and brought my hand to the front to shyly cover it.“I’m sorry about this mam, but you are a very beautiful woman…I think.