She said she once had a dream about me. I was standing in a dark room smiling at her. She said my eyes were very large and very dark, almost gigantic,...and they glowed in the dark room. As she stepped toward me she became very small and felt faint, and suddenly I was very large and very much older and went to her with a glass of wine, gently cradling her head in one arm while holding the wine for her to sip. The wine was warm and was in a small silver chalice. She said the most striking part of. It’s also that for weeks, months, years maybe, you’ve been sending Her all the worship material mentioned above, maybe very pervy and explicit, but all the time going on about how She makes you spunk your pants, if you’re like me. Even if not, there’s something very special about telling a girl you only have to look at Her photos and videos and She makes you go into ecstasy, hands-free. In my experience, Goddesses were usually flattered by that. So you’ve sent Her all that stuff, not holding. You take the bad with the good, sometimes.So I had snuck back in after catching a fast food meal to work quietly at my desk. Now what? I couldn't leave our department without walking past her office. From the sounds I could hear, she must still be in there. She probably wouldn't actually chew me out, but it is embarrassing to be a 39-year-old male called on the carpet by a woman thirteen years younger.But the sounds? And the light! Something was wrong with both of them. The light. It does diminish, but it stays there, dormant waiting to be nudged back into consciousness, forced to the surface by some trigger, often unintended, sometimes risked for a reason, like writing thisHow he did it I don’t know, but he took her; took her for a few years until she saw through his selfish possessiveness, and by then I was left with the kids and an empty bed. Bringing up children without breasts is hard, especially when they are small. The comfort one person can give is so much less.