Sometimes of sexuality and wealth, she was a triumvirate goddess, and the mother was before me. There was the crone and the maiden, and all these jibe... with my memories. If souls could exist so could goddesses, I supposed. ‘Supposing I believe that, what the hell just happened?’ Setting the lockbox down she reached for the saddlebags over my shoulder and grabbed it, making me wince as my arm was brushed. ‘Ow!’ ‘You are wounded. Blood is a gift. May I?’ A normal person would have thought it an. Follow me and we will get you taken care of.”I followed her to the massage room. There was a table and with oils and towels on the side. The room had a very soothing smell.“Is this your first time?” I nodded. “Well undress and take a quick shower. Then come out and lie down on the table. You can put a towel on if you like, but most men just lay down nude.”I took the shower. I thought about wanking but didn’t think I had the time. I was very much turned on by Candice and the whole situation. I. After eight years of marriage, however, things were starting to get routine. We still had sex frequently. Nevertheless, things were not like they used to be. The experimentation and newness were gone. I supposed at the time that sort of thing is just what happens. Passion cools down. Fact of life, most people would say, deal with it.I said nothing when she mentioned watching porn, but my mind started racing. I wondered if watching porn together might be just what we needed to reignite our sex. “Here,” I offered him a sip of my cup. “Cheers.” He drank. “Why not take your shirt off?” I asked as I got up toput on some music, thinking he would feel much better.He took it off and kept on making joints. “Can I?” Ipointed to a rolly. “Sure,” I took a joint and lit it up. Lizard stoppedrolling and laid back on the sofa. “What’s with Hollyand Mike?” he asked. “You know him?” “Yeah, from one of the.