It was myfantasy so I wanted to do it my way. In essence I was topping from thebottom. We weren't always successful. We played on and off, sometimessu...cessfully, sometimes enjoyable, sometimes we fought.After a few years and a lot of relationship & personal work I finallyreached a place where I think I understand what it means to submit. It'smy fantasy, it's my desire, I'm the one who in the end realized that ifI wanted to enjoy it I really need to learn to submit totally to my Wifeand to do. Are you interested in some company?” “That depends, Bob Smith.” “Depends on what?” he asked, flashing a smile while thinking he scored a point. “Whether or not you are married?” “Does that matter these days,” he asked, still smiling. “Yes, it means a great deal to me,” I replied, taking a sip of wine. Before Bob Smith-not his real name could respond, “Bartender, I’ll have a shot of Jim Beam and a Bud, please” Lucas slapped a Jackson on the bar and got between us.I’ve never seen him dressed like. He turned without thinking and moaned as pain shot up his legs."I didn't mean to disturb you. I'll leave."Clay heard the voice and was awake instantly. He shook his head and tried to shrug off the effects of the drugs."No!" he cried out. "Stay!" Alright," that same soft voice replied."I heard you, in the hallway, yesterday," Clay stammered."This is my first week volunteering here so I've been asking a lot of questions. I'm Lucy Thomas, by the way," she introduced herself."Clay Ross," he. "Damn it, that's old news now, Sharon," I thought to myself. At Lydia's mother's insistence the official announcement of our engagement had been posted in the local newspaper that very week. Sharon didn't know that that engagement had just come to a sudden and unexpected end.Out in the car park, I found Frank's car and kicked both headlights in. Yeah, well, it's the kind of thing you do when you're pissed off and drunk. Well, I think it was Frank's car anyway; you know you don't really think.