"No, pleeeease, it’s killing meee!" I cried hysterically."Confess, and I will stop it at once." Okay! I confess whatever you want!" No, my c***d. I ...on't want to put words into your mouth. You have to say the Truth!"I closed my eyes. The spike stretched my bowels with a never-easing force. I couldn't bear another turn. Kirsten Smart's Chair had broken me.I opened my mouth to say something, when I heard the old cleric's voice. His voice was somehow strange. "Wait, torturer."I looked up and saw. ”I nodded and kissed her. “Better,” I gasped. “You’re a dream, but you probably know that.”She protested, “You’re my dream too. I don’t feel like dreamy material to anyone but you. I’m glad to feel that way. I’m not conceited or narcissistic.”“I didn’t mean to imply that you were. You must know you’re gorgeous – model quality beauty. You have one of the best personalities of anybody I know. You’re creative, funny, go after what you want, and many more good traits.”“There are some bad ones in. It had started off pretty normally. I had gone over to Debbie's house to see if she wanted a ride to the Mall in my new truck. (Same one I have today.) But, as I was about to knock, I heard loud cheering from inside. Curiosity compelled me to peek into the living room. There were some thin drapes in my way, but I still could make out four men standing in a circle. I suddenly realized that there was a naked body lying on the coffee table beneath them. "DEBBIE!" my mind screamed, but then I saw. Now let me first be clear that I love Cheryl too much to ever betray her, and it doesn't hurt that sex with her is as good as with any other woman I have been with. Not that it was a long list, but before we got together we'd both been around the block enough times to know what we had with each other was as good as it gets.But ... I'm still a man. When I'm getting groceries or walking the dog - the only times I see people other than my family - I'm noticing other women more. And picturing.