They both were sitting on the couch and it looked like an intervention, but I knew the topic. My wife started with some excuses about our sex life and...how she always had fun but never got what she needed. Then that she loves me and that she would understand if I leave. And then she told me, they had sex for a few years since before our wedding. I had to sit down. She was talking, but I was not much listening. I told them that I know. Then Mike started. He said if I knew why I did not end it. As he walked down the aisle of the church, he thought about Casey. Roughly one week ago she had been involved in an accident, which had left her with serious brain damage. The doctors only gave her a few days to live… In truth it was a dream that had led him to this place…somehow he knew he could save her if he could just make it here. Without seeing or hearing it, he could sense an evil presence in this place… As he made his way close to the altar, he experienced what could only be described. We talked for about two weeks by email exchanging photos and ideas to make sure everything was a good match (which it was). He was really into tickling sexy feet, giving foot massages, and foot worship. He was straight, d**g free, had a career, etc. Best of all he had a very, very repressed foot fetish. My wife had no idea about this guy. I kept it a secret and decided to surprise her on a date night out. So the night came. I took my wife out to a nice dinner. She dressed very sexy for me.. Ernie walked over to a collection of stands. “Do you need a stand?” he asked.I calmed myself enough to think straight. “I better get one. I don’t know if we’ve ever had an eight foot tree before.”He nodded and pulled one out. “What about a skirt to catch the needles?”I knew we had one, but wasn’t sure it would be wide enough to catch everything this bigger tree would drop. “Yes,” I said.He pulled one out that was simple green with red and white stripes, as if someone had flattened a number of.