I wanted to make sure things went well this time. I was just finishing with my make up when I heard the door bell ring. He was early. I wanted to mak... sure I put him at ease so I opened the door, put my arms around his neck like I usually did with Gary and kissed him. I could tell he was getting nervous again so I suggested we sit and talk over a cup of coffee for a little while. We both started to relax and I decided it was now or never. Pete followed me up to the bedroom. This time was. Accumulation of things does not interest me, accumulation of experience does. That is what Lynn had started out being: a new experience: the corruption and perversion and absolute domination of a woman superior to any other I had possessed, with the additional pleasure that she was another man’s wife. Yet now I was thinking of her too much, which perhaps what was caused me to do to her what I did next. These last three days, having her repeatedly and meekly bare her ass for me, knowing she. The bathroom fell prey to her travels, the bed wrangled red haystack atop her head taken down to its limits of velvet locks by a bearded fellow of plastic, the teeth’s gleaming personality kept in place by a brush and its allies. Striding across the hallway, our heroine made her way in a mythical march to the kitchen, gathering the equipment required for a healthy breakfast and a reboot to her system, the coffee tapping at its metallic prison and screaming out, being released into a ceramic. I stopped at the light on Highland to make the left turn onto Butterfield.“Pete, Mikael, and Kurt. And I already gave away my first bride,” I chuckled.“What?”“Elyse’s aunt, Jenny. Her dad had died and she didn’t have a brother. She didn’t like her mom’s brother, so she asked me. I was sixteen. My mom had a conniption.”“What was your relationship to this woman? You met Elyse at the wedding, if I recall correctly.”“She went to the same Roman Catholic church that I did. I worked in her yard.”Dave.