After my walk, I sat on my porch for an hour, looking out over the lake and thinking about my book. It was getting late so I decided to get into bed a...d read for awhile before going to sleep. While I was lying in bed, looking up at the ceiling, the quiet was shattered by screaming coming through the wall, “Ohhhhhhh! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Harder! Come on, baby, give it to me harder. Ohhhhhhhhh yes, Fuck me! Fuck me!” I wondered whether she was alone and masturbating or did someone come to visit. ..known as alesbian, and lived apart from her in his own apartment. He, himself, wasquite heterosexual, and had several affairs with well...known women,including birth...control crusader Margaret Sanger. It was a mostunusual marriage. He was delighted when Leonard came to visit him andeven more so when Leonard told him the story of Henrietta (born Henry)and her decision to go down with the Titanic rather than face beingforced to continue her life as a male. Certainly, this was just the. ‘We’ll take care of you, of course. Anything for the mother of our baby.’ She was rubbing my pussy and breasts again, slowly, almost reverently. I shivered as if freezing, though the sun through the trees was warm on my sweating body. I was NOT like… whatever the hell she meant! I couldn’t be. But somehow, while she’d been speaking, my legs had bowed again. My ankles strained against the cuffs and my toes dug into the soft forest litter. My turned-up rear end and arched back made the angle. Even now as an adult the middle of a pitch black night and a thunderstorm were one of my favourite things. However, since she was a small girl my wife had always been extremely scared of storms. Parents can screw up a child's mind in so many ways; this was only one of the things she had held onto through her childhood and into adulthood. She still only thinks of one thing when it there is a bad storm, hiding away until it was over. I always knew of her fear of storms and though I couldn't.