He asked me how big it was going to be. He wanted to build it for you and save you some money. I think he'd really like it if you included him. I know...I like it that you included me." Bertie, we can ask him. Let him know he isn't under any obligation to do it, not if he has something else he'd rather to attend to. If you'd prefer, I'll invite him." Mrs. Parsons nodded that she'd prefer that, and Mr. Parsons got up and left the dining room towards the kitchen. He was back in five minutes,. “I married him two years ago and I still can’t explain how much I love him. Unbelievable. He is… the man of my dreams. By the way, are you married?” “No.” “Do you have a girlfriend?” “I broke with my ex two months ago.” “I’m sure you will find another very soon. You are, frankly speaking … quite attractive.” I blushed. “Don’t blush! You know I tell the truth.” I blushed even more. “Never mind! So I love my husband and we still have sex at least three times a day. Can you believe that? . ”“Well, I guess I don’t really know until I try, but, well, so far he hasbeen really good about, well, uh, making sure I’m feeling OK about it.”That got me thinking. After a little while I said “Do you enjoy this?”“Yes” she said in a quiet, unsteady voice, obviously embarrassed. Ithought again. “What if I asked you to do something that wouldn’tinjure you but that you really don’t want to do?” . It's the second door on the right"I went to his room, put them on the bed and walked out. While I was walking towards him, I just couldn't stop looking at him. He was 6 feet tall. He had brown hair, brown eyes, a brown beard. I felt ashamed being attracted to a 38 year old man, but he was so manly with his muscular body and... "Do you want something to drink?" he asked "Hum...a...yes, no, I don't know" "Are you ok?" "Yes, I was just thinking about.