The shorts you wore to bed are now around your ankles and your shirt has been pulled up and fear starts to set in as you become more awake. You open y...ur mouth to scream as a hand clamps down over your mouth. The hand assaulting your breast quickly moves grabbing both of your wrists, easily holding your entire arms in place. You look up seeing only the dark form of the man from before, his body outlined by the moonlight. He leans in and the heat of his breath on your neck. You can feel. Having slept late they decided, rather than going to church they would exhaust any sexual energy leftover from last night. Knowing how to make love properly was far better than newlyweds on a honeymoon. It was one o’clock when they woke up again. Neither was interested in further sex. They were just cuddly and lazy. Arthur broke the silence. “Maybe I’m wrong, sweetie but I think there might be something going on between the Firestones and Olivia and Sandor.”Her mind recaptured the image of. Ah, what subtle art foreplay was. To spark one's sense of touch was a simple matter of friction, capable by even the clumsiest of lovers. But to spark the sense of one's imagination was a far more demanding and rewarding venture.My thoughts were interrupted as someone's electric guitar split the air with its scream. Touching the intercom button on my desk I yelled into the speaker "God Damnit Josie, we don't want to deafen the crowd tonight. After all they are paying us to listen to this noise.. . I never acted on it. I couldn’t take the chance of ruining my reputation ... I was worried that someone would find out. I probably had the largest collection of bestiality magazines and 8mm films in the UK in the 90s. Then the internet came along and I could just download it for free. I never got married because I was only interested in animals – and I didn’t dare to share that part of me with anyone else. Again, everyone thought I was married to my job ... I was really just too scared to.