"Honey, you've got time, it's still early. You don't have to be up for almost thirty minutes. Come on, let's make love."Mark kissed her on the forehea... and bounded out of the bed. "Joan, I've got an important meeting this morning. Let's table this until I get home tonight, OK?"Joan rolled over, away from her husband. "Yea, sure. What ever you say."Mark looked back at his marital bed and his wife. He knew she was pissed, but he just wasn't in the mood. And it didn't have anything to do with. I know better than to try to penetrate her, so instead I just held her tightly until we both fell asleep. I loved the smell and feel of her hair brushing against my face, and the warmth of her soft skin pressed gently against me. --- “Get out of that thing,” said Beatrice, glaring down at me. I looked up to see Beatrice standing over me. She was clearly agitated. Once again I quickly realized that I was wearing her nightdress and immediately understood that she wasn’t happy about it. I sat up. While you were putting him in his place today, his ego was telling him one thing, but his penis - the thing that defines him as a male - was standing at full attention, saluting your superiority. By assaulting him with your body, with your smell, with the power of your femininity, his penis went into full salute - full surrender mode if you will - even if his brain wasn't ready to. If there's one ultimate law of female supremacy it's that the penis leads, and the male brain follows." Brooke. ’ I got out the mini cook stove and simple stainless steel pot I kept in the duffle. I busied myself with pouring the soup into the pot and getting the stove started. Once that was settled, I tried talking to her again with a different tactic. ‘Why a doctor?’ Her head turned up from staring blankly at the flame of the little cook stove. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Why do you want to be a doctor, Sophia? What made you pick that career and not something easier like being a business major?’ I asked, for.