I felt my jaw clench in anger. I would bet anything in the world there was nothing cooked. I would either have to cook, do without or fix a sandwich.W...en I walked into the house it became immediately apparent I was right. There was no supper prepared and after a quick look into the fridge I didn't even see anything out to prepare. I grabbed another Newcastle and walked into the Den. Beulah was sitting with the TV on and reading a People Magazine. She had an empty plate beside her chair on the. I could feel my cock start to twitch.“Good morning daddy!” She said happily. “I hope you’re ready for some bacon and eggs.”“I’m famished honey, bring it on.” I replied.She prepared a plate for both of us and sat down on the opposite side of the small kitchen table from me. We ate in silence as I tried to decide how to broach the subject of the previous night. I had no idea what she was thinking, but she was uncharacteristically quiet, which worried me. After we finished eating, Candy put the. Nevertheless, she seemed to be acquiring a taste for sexual variety and for pleasures I could not give her. My wife would need to ask my permission before making love to a man my boss introduced her to. I would grant it. Once, my wife admitted to me that she is attracted to older men. Although I am two years older than she is, she told me that I remind her of her younger brother, the one killed by an American artillery shell that missed its target.As for me, my wife is the only woman I have. "Orcs!" you shouted out, recognizing them by their description. "The man-flesh awakes! But is it a tark? Or a strawhead?" their leader hissed at the others.Its companions looked at you with a hint of fear, but mostly with cruel intentions. The words rang familiar to you.You were in the world Tolkien came up with. Lord of the Rings...Sauron, Galadriel, and all the others. And that's where you find yourself now, in a tree, surrounded by Orcs who have god-knows-what in store for.