I needed coffee. Passing by the master bedroom door was still closed soDebra must still be asleep. My high heel slippers clicked on the kitchenfloor...The sink was filled with dishes as the coffee maker did its job I had towash some coffee cups since they were all used. Debra was never much ofa housekeeper.I filled a clean coffee cup and sat down and lit a cigarette. A shortwhile later Debra came in the kitchen saw the clean coffee cup and filledit. Sitting down she smiled at me and lit a. As there were no chances that the human race could overthrow millennia of culinary traditions centered around one single product: milk.This is how the Pharm project was born. It was a simple effective idea, that saw our loved core ingredient stemming from where it naturally would -- the plump tits of a fertile human female -- but scaled up to cover the now massive industrial needs.Thank God for science and global research funding, really.Within a few years, a new system was created.Private. She spent many a night in our basement whipping pillows and paper targets until she was confident she deliver a whipping on me without striking any areas she did not want to hit. If you saw her in an everyday life setting you probably would not imagine that in the bedroom she was a whip cracking dominatrix. She has a cute innocent look to her and dresses rather conservative outside the bedroom. Life grew more hectic with careers and kids. Our almost nightly sessions turned into once a week, and. Aloud I said, “Whatever it is, I don’t think you want to give it to me. And that’s okay. I don’t think you could.” “Oh, for fuck’s sake. Are we going to bed or am I going home?” x-x-x-x One night about ten months later, I got ready to go to Gina’s baby shower. She was as ridiculously happy being pregnant as she had been at her wedding. Lia had gone home the night of Gina’s wedding and I hadn’t seen her since. I missed her, but I’d been through it before. I wasn’t so much sad as resigned; it.