She trembled again because she was afraid.But she must not show it.She would go on the lawn and sunbathe. Then she could watch the garden walls withou... anyone realising what she was doing.She took a bottle of wine into the garden.Poured herself a glass and drank it in one, its coolness desperately needed. Steady girl she told herself. She poured another glass then set it to one side. She would lie down and relax.After a while Solomon came over.'Sorry to disturb you ma'am, but you really should. I decided to give up and just forget about the fantasy. I also didn't think my wife had much interest in giving the idea much thought either. What I didn't realize was that it was too late. The seeds had already been sewn...To my surprise, my wife set in motion a plan that would allow me to get my fantasy. One day she told me she wanted me to privately masturbate into a container, and then she said to put the container of cum in the freezer. She told me not to tell her anything about it after I. As I sipped at the glass he was talking. I don't remember a lot of what he said but I caught fragments. The only fragment that stands out is when he said, "Here's to a night to remember and the beginning of your new life." I raised my glass to his toast and drank the remainder of my wine. The next thing I know I am holding his hand and following him down the hallway.We entered his bedroom and I noticed that the room was lit by about a dozen candles. As soon as we entered the room he turned to. I knew that a momentary decision like the one I'd just made wouldn't keep the hurt I'd felt from resurfacing, but I could look at James and the rest of my family and understand that whatever my father had intended to accomplish had not entirely worked out. Or it had worked in a way that left me with wonderful people who cared for me and who made it obvious in many ways that they wanted the best for me, including for me to grow as a person. And they didn't use pain and intimidation to get.