As the years go by, The sword’s words are forgotten While the brush’s words live on.- The Canticle of Menkeret.……………………………�...………………..The ropes dig into my wrists but I feel no pain. I face the setting sun across a boundless sapphire sea but I am only vaguely conscious of the marvelous beauty before me. I am naked but clothed in resignation. I am hungry but know intuitively that soon I will be replete. I should feel fear but prefer to trust in Fate.Redolent with rare oils from nameless far-off. Her breath only caught for a moment before her hands found the back of my head and she pulled our faces even impossibly closer. As Heather’s climax ensued, I felt it my own body, our emotions and energy became one. We held each other afterwards, still one. I knew Heather needed to leave, to get packed before moving the next day. I told her I wanted her to be able to get packed but I wanted to invite her inside. Heather looked at me and told me she really needed to pack. Heather was still. One more thing, whenever we slept in the big room, it used to be next to one another. On one side I used to have my wife and on the other, Rita. My wife was a sleepy head, and whenever I wanted to get her hot in the wee hours of the day, she would just keep on sleeping and not respond at all. This continued for sometime.Then the day came which changed my life. We had had an uneventful night; Anita had a headache and went early to bed. I had wanted to fuck her but no avail. She would not respond. Not that I dont love the way things are.....I really want this damn car!”He began just rolling with laughter “ I can see you do, and I gotta say, youve come along way, you damn well got a pair, but you see...my wife, that is who your talking about...right? We went to collage together, I was her best friend.....her ...gay ...friend, her bestie, you could say we re in a marriage of convenience, thats not really gunna fly...sooo tell me ..what else you got?”I collected myself and calmly walked.