"So when do we put up the trees?" When Ann is home," the women said as one. Then Diana continued with, "If she isn't here by Christmas, we'll have a l...te Christmas. We will not have Christmas without her." I agree," Jeff responded. "I don't know how long she'll be gone. Like I said before, she's looking for that proverbial needle in that great big haystack called space. Since I had nothing to do with the planning of this mission, I have no idea how long she'll be gone." After a moment of. I hoped she'd seen my nipples line and read the things the girl in the story was thinking about doing to the man. I knew she'd be impressed. I hoped she'd be turned on too and maybe want to act it out. 'What's this? Personification? Emotive language?' 'Is that good?' 'Very! I like it. And a metaphor! "Swelling waves of blonde hair..." Brilliant. Punctuation and paragraphing improving too! You'll be paying me double at this rate!' She playfully ruffled my hair which would have been erotic if not. He walks around to the other side of the bed, and you open your eyes to watch him as he removes the last cuff from you. A smile is playing on his lips though he is trying to remain stern. As he removes the last restraint you roll onto your side, curled into a ball as your body continues to twitch… neurons still firing randomly from the onslaught of orgasms. “Stand up,” he commands of you. You shake your head weakly. You can’t do it. If you try you’ll collapse, your legs are so weak. They. In his mind, the time and place was only when it fit into his agenda. I remember the hot summer nights of waiting for him to come to bed only to find him asleep on the living room sofa. Since I was a fairly young woman of only thirty years, I was beginning to think I made a serious mistake in marrying a divorced man twenty years my senior.When my best friend Amy discarded her booze-hound husband just to have some peace and quiet, I discovered how easy it was to get a divorce in our State and at.