I glanced at Eileen, whose cheeks were pink and her lips smiling. “Coffee? Bun?”“Absolutely.”The coffee was good. So was the fudge brownie. Ea...ly, the museum just having opened, it was fairly quiet, too. I sat, enjoying the peace after the ride, my snack, and the company. Eileen knew how to share a quiet moment. At length, we both finished.“Where do we start?”“You get to choose. We can start at the top and work down, or at the bottom and work up. I usually start at the top and work down, but. During the divorce process, he tried to say it was my fault. Claiming I wanted to be kinkier and open our relationship to others. A fact I did not deny. I was trying to spice up our lacking sex life. Next he claimed that it was while he worked so hard to pay for the house and cars, he had fallen in love with his twink Jerry, the new boyfriend. That he never told me because he didn’t want to hurt my feelings. He never was very smart. The judge he insisted on going before, tossed him out on his. " I restarted my sentence but stopped again atthe shock of a woman's voice, my voice. A few deep breaths and gulpslater and I continued in my new lilting and expressive but stillsurprising tones "What is happening to me?" "You have eaten a dragon'segg" she candidly answered "and you have ingested some dragon's soul.Dragons are creatures of wild power unconstrained by order or wisdom.Their form was written at the dawn of time. They are flux and fire. You,in contrast, have dispassionately. ”“What things?”“Those condoms l found in your jacket pocket,” she said, seeing him suddenly colouring up, “see, l knew it….don’t you try coming all innocent with me…like l said, if you want to do disgusting things with some cheap tart that’s fine, but don’t for one minute think you’re going to do it with me, now l suggest you go and clean yourself up, you can sleep in the spare room.”“I am not sleeping in the spare room,” he said, “this is my bed as well as yours, and l’m sleeping here, if you.