How the hell was I supposed to answer that one? I figured that honesty was usually the best policy, so I told her that it was a nice boob. It was as f...r as I was concerned, not that I’d seen a boob in real life before. Of course, talking about her boobs made me drop my eyes down to the subject of our conversation. The dress that she was wearing was strapless and had an elastic-like top that conformed to her breasts so I could tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra.She caught my gaze and laughed,. ’ I asked: ‘Is there a problem?’ She said: ‘I don’t know if I would call it a problem, well I guess I would. Whenever a guy that I think is even a little bit attractive tries to talk to me I find that either I am speechless or I say something really stupid.’ I asked: ‘Do you find me attractive?’ She answered: ‘Oh God yes. You are the most attractive man I have ever met.’ I asked: ‘Then why don’t you have those problems with me?’ She replied: ‘I’m not afraid when I’m with you.’ I asked: ‘What’s. “Mad?” Havian groaned as his wife writhed in his arms. “Mad with desire, perhaps. With the desperate hunger only your flesh and your love can sate.” He fumbled at her waist, opening the crotch of her pants to his touch. Breath caught in his throat as be found her wet for his fingers, and he groaned with pleasure into her mouth as he kissed her again. “Hold onto me, and kick these off,” he growled, tugging the waist over her hips.“Goddess…” She exhaled, still not entirely believing it, despite. In English, it means down the hatch. I must warn you two. It's considered very bad form not to finish your drink." With that, the three of them saluted us and drained their glasses. Marge looked at me and I shrugged as if to say it would be impolite not to, then we both cried Und Weg! and tossed back our drinks. I swear it tasted like I'd just downed a large glass of Draino, and it took every fibre of my being not to spew it across the room. Marge was a real trooper. I've done a fair bit of.