I knewdarn well that it was all but surely not going to be anything whatsoeverlike that. We must be even more conditioned by all those stupidsentiment...l Hollywood movies than we even realize. All those dumb happy-ending fairytales that were read to us as kids have set us up for a worldof disappointment and humiliation.What was it really like?I'll tell you.We met at a cafe in this dinky strip mall just outside of town. Ofcourse, I knew her address but she didn't want to meet at her house.. Actually, as long as she wasn't a prude, the story I'd pulled up for her wasn't all that risky. It was about a sixteen-year-old girl with a brain tumor who goes to a sort of cowboy resort place as part of a last fling before she dies. A romance develops and she ends up pregnant, which bathes the tumor in hormones that cause it to go into remission. As fantasies go, it stretched things a bit, but it wasn't all that kinky.I went back to see how far she'd gotten. I had plenty of time."I'm going to. I’m going on to fuck Marcus on stage!” “What! That’s so hot, Dee!” “I’m trembling, Lisa!” “I’ve got to see it.” “Gotta go! See you there.” “Bye, Dee!” She finished her face and applied make up to her areolas and noticed that her nipples were erect and hard. She felt her cunt dripping wet. She looked down and saw that her clitoris was erect. She knew she was fertile and her body and her momma egg were preparing for Mr's Huge's swimmers. Dee always let Marcus – Mr. Huge was his stage name. Who was that i asked,she said hes just a visitor, then i wonder what he could be doing inside and i asked her, she said he needed to take his bath, and you are just coming out fresh from the bathroom yourself which immediately i understoood she was in the bath with that person, then I insisted and played her to know who that person is, while we were discussing, he just came out dressing up preparing to go looking for one thing or the other, he doesnt even care.Then my friend wife said to me.