You: Haha…...don’t tell me you’re gonna sacrifice me…..Bayley: No... I’m “NOT” going to sacrifice you.Goodness, mortals always have the ...eirdest ideas around deities. Baby, I wouldn’t hurt you. I “LOVE” you, I wouldn’t dare ever harm you in the slightest.You: What? You love me?Bayley: Yes! I love you. I’m a goddess, I know you better than any simple human girl ever could…..You are my irreplaceable sweet boy...You: Oh damn…. -you giggled.Bayley: You’re so cute when you blush. It always makes my. Oh, and Iam also a "closet crossdresser." My wife doesn't know and I only rarelydress and when I do I have never been out in public. A few years ago Ipoorly attempted to talk to my wife about my childhood and my introductionto my mom's clothes but she didn't take it well and made it clear shedidn't want to hear about it and walked away saying the subject will neverbe brought up again. I love my wife and children dearly and for theirsakes I never approached the subject again. A couple times over. ”The injuries had not been good for Bob. He had lost considerable weight and he was still pale. He had spent most of his time in bed up in Marguerite’s room with her taking care of him. Looking over at Marguerite, he asked, “Marguerite, what kind of patient was Bob?”She came over to the table and slipped a plate with half a sandwich in front of Ed. Smiling, she said, “He’s a pretty good patient, but he’s developed a thing for women in nurses uniforms.”Bob laughed at the joke. For the past. I yawned. It was nearly eleven and today had been a long, but happy, day. Hope youre not too tired, Rachel, my husband said with a suggestive grin. I smiled. My husband. I liked the sound of that. Not that tired, Jacob, I said archly. He leaned over and kissed me as the uniformed valet walked up to the car and opened our doors for us. His lips were firm and I loved the feel of his five oclock shadow rubbing on my mouth. Ive never been a fan of facial hair on a man, but I love the way his.