”“That sounds lovely. Tony and Tina’s? They have the best lobster bisque in Manhattan.”“You bet, on me, well, on Tom actually,” I say with...a chortle.“I love you, Dennis Barlowe.”Her words grab me and the knot of uneasiness tightens. She used my name. My full name. It wasn’t out of the ordinary to end with an “I love you” but the salutation is always quick and informal. I hesitate for a second before answering her back.“I love you too, baby.”~ # ~It is after midnight by the time I finish at the. Royally! I had just come home from work at my demeaning job. I had finally had enough of the pompous asses at that country club. I had worked there as a gardener for the last five years. I had quit college after getting married so I could support my wife, Alice, as she finished her degree. She was further along than I was so we figured it would be easier for her to finish then support us when I went back.She had graduated over a year ago. I had not really given any consideration to returning to. Fingers Steadily Toying Your Nipples.. By Now Puffy & Hardened From My Attentions.. As My Lips Near the Center of Your Back I Bring My Hands Around to Massage at Your Shoulders.. As I Continue to Massage My Away Down Your Body, I Begin to Ease You Forward unto the Bed.. Gently but Firmly Pushing 'til I Urge You Atop the Sheets on All Four.. As My Tongue Twist a Sultry Snaking Course Along Your Spine, My Hands Grip & Palm your Ass. DAMN!! The Sensuous Feel of Your Soft Skin as I Knead Your Ass. " Eve tried to take all this new information in, with not much success. Her heart was pounding like crazy, unable to cope with her current state. Jack explained in detail all the changes that had been and would be done to her. A laryngectomy had been performed, silencing her forever. She could only breath through a small hole in the base of her neck. As the man explained the procedure, Eve started crying and jerking around in her bonds, yet again. "You bastard! I'm going to kill you!", she.