“I can’t think of anything else outside that realm.”“You’re just not opening yourself to it,” she laughed. “Do you think of poetry as fi...tion? One might express philosophy, art, observation, all as creative poetry. Do you go to church, Mr. Hopkins?” I admitted I wasn’t a regular attendee but I did go. “And in the minister’s sermon, was he in the realm of professional, academic, technical, or journalistic writing? Or was he creatively shaping words and using rhetoric to get a point across.. ? After a few minutes the sounds changed.? Now she was gasping and moaning, sensualsounds, the sound of a woman?s pleasure.?I felt sick.? I wanted to go intothe room and stop then, throw them both out, but I knew I couldn?t.? I no longer felt like a man, part of myidentity had been torn from me by the man who was now enjoying my wife?s body. I heard him start to gasp and moan, hispleasure evident.? I hung my head inshame, and then realised with horror that my cock was becoming stiff.? After. That girl, the one in the green dress," Daniel said."That was Jill. We use to date last year," he responded."Oh, you trying to make me jealous?" Daniel replied before he knew whathe was saying. Realizing what he said, Daniel blushed and screamed inhis head, "You idiot! Why did you say that! Now he is going to think Ilike him." Yeah, maybe," he said as he turned off onto a side street."Where are we going? This isn't the way to my house," Daniel askedgetting nervous."I know but wait till you. "He literally shrieked, then - I had to give him the credit for a goodthinking - turned off the light.I could hear my mother say apologetically: "He was wearing pink pantieswhen he came here, he spilled hot soup all over himself and I had him takehis pans off right there and then." Only then did she turn on the light. Iwondered briefly what she had meant as my eyes were getting used to thebright light of the main chandelier until I saw my husband standing in themiddle of the room, his getaway.