Me: So you are careful, that is probably a good thing in your line of work. Exactly what is it you do?Her: Me, I'm nobody special. The group I represe...t is the interesting one. Directorate Eleven is very similar to the group you worked for once upon a time.Me: Really? And what group would that be?Her: It seems to be called a lot of things these days. Most importantly it is going the way of the Dinosaur.Me: Honey, everywhere I previously worked fits that description.Her: Well, the one I'm. If Dad wanted a happy home filled with love and sex, then that’s the way it would be.The next morning almost seemed like any other family morning. Mom prepared us a delicious meal of whole-wheat pancakes topped with her amazing homemade strawberry jam, organic ham and locally produced, all-natural pomegranate juice. It was a taste sensation, as always. Dad’s appetite was smaller, but he definitely enjoyed the food. It was going on 10:00, warm enough to take a dip in the pool. Mom had already. ?Her nipples seemed to reach out to him,embarrassingly hard. "It's more - more, comfortable with him, Iguess.? It's safe, calm,warm, wrapped around each other in our bed.? I could never - I mean,it's just not the same.?He'd think - " "You may be surprised what he thinks.? Must a wife who does her whorishbest by night forsake the lady she's become by day?? You think nothingof offering your body to me for whatever amusement Imight invent.? Infact you flaunt your lust, so desperately, so. Together, they opened the oven that seemed larger than it did before because it could still accomodate the both of them inside it.For some strange reason, Gretel wanted to feel what it was like inside the oven and Hansel giddily helped her climb in.As she tried to get comfy, she half begged, half ordered Hansel, "Climb in WITH me!" Okay," he said, and he leaned in, head first, until he was almost stuck; but he twisted and finally pulled his legs in and they were scrunched together inside.Then.