As I was getting undressed, I heard her whisper to Fred, climb on the bed with me. I'm not sure if Fred expected anything like this, but he didn't ref...se or even hesitate. As I finished undressing and turned toward the bed, I say my wife and Fred their lips locked together making out like two teen agers. As I started to lay next to them, Fred had worked his way down and was sucking my wife's sensitive nipples. She was going crazy from the sensations. Fred continued to work his way down to her. Stoic and inscrutable describe me. Buster Keaton comes to mind. I rarely cry. The two tearful moments I described above, the scene in the park with the policeman and my mother crying at my departure forcing my tears constituted nearly all once I grew out of infancy. The fear of losing mom made me cry. Nothing else did. And now with the threat of losing her maybe forever I'm not crying. The stoicism is complete.Good and bad come from showing no emotions. Anytime I hate someone because of. I removed theblanket and was relieved that the girl was still there mimicking all mymoves.I smiled at her and she smiled back. I then lifted up my shirt and shedid the same with her halter top, exposing her amazingly shaped and barebreasts. I wanted to reach out and touch her and that was exactly what Idid except when I touched the mirror everything went white. It took me amoment to readjust my vision but I immediately felt something different.Everything felt different. For one, I felt like I. . he's not wearing anything!" the unknown female cried."Michael Gregory Wagner! What are you doing?" Sarah cried as she hurried by dressed in a robe."Grace told me to do it," I whined."I didn't know you weren't wearing underwear!" she cried."Who screamed and who's not wearing any underwear?" asked my attorney as she strolled into the room."Yeah. It better not have been Michael," Abby added. "I wouldn't want to miss that!" Well, since you're here now, it is your job to keep him straight," Sarah.