She closed her eyes. “What color are my eyes?”You sat dumbfounded. After all this time, you truly had no idea. “Blue!” You said trying to pret...nd you didn’t hesitate.Morgan’s eyes came open. “They’re brown,” she slapped your shoulder. You could see she was right. She gave you a grim glance. “OK! Question two….what is my favorite color?”You knew this one, you had seen her outfits. “You love Turquoise!”She smiled. “Good job!” She thought for a minute, “What’s my LEAST favorite color?”The answer. My husband has to go out off town a lot on business, usually only for a few days or a week at most. This is when I visit my lover, he doesn't live far from me, so I can walk there. I visit him most days, but he comes to my house now and again. But this story is about my week with him in his second home, far away from my family.My husband had to be on the other side of the country all week and I had made an excuse to be gone for 5 of those days. I told him I was visiting an old friend and. Fuck that. Hmmm. She’s not bad. That could be a possibil-. Oh shit, I didn’t even know Kelly was here. Damn, that rack’s nice. And she’s not with whatshisname anymore, right? Would she-? Greg took another swallow and pared down his list to a few initial candidates. If the fish weren’t biting, he’d move to the next level down. Or maybe he could run upstairs real quick and see who was hanging out there. There was definitely some solid female talent at his school and most of it was in his house.. So we were small talking a bit about the old days etc. And I probably must have popped another pill some 20 minutes before, because I was feeling this rush in my head and his words became more and more unintelligible while my thoughts were drifting away.I usually have a lot of fantasies and ideas in my head. People usually characterise me as this dreamy introvert guy but I am very curious and want to experience everything by myself in stead of listening to other people’s opinion. That’s also.