Paul picked up the lighter from the couch and clicked it several times until it lit. He then slowly brought it up to the cigarette. As he did so...Marie inhaled and the end of the cigarette glowed bright red. Marie tilted her back slightly, Paul released the button on the lighter and Marie let out a slow, steady stream of smoke directly at Paul. Although Paul was already hard, he could feel himself get harder as he watched Marie smoke. She always had this. ”“I like it. What if we put an intercom here so guests could announce themselves?”“It would work but would be a bit much even if we do have to get out to open the gate manually. I don’t want to make it hard to get in. I just want to know when someone comes in so we can be prepared. I still want to think that there are few enough people around that looting well off the main roads isn’t going to be a problem any time soon. As time goes on, we will have to be more careful about visitors coming in. "You know about that?" I know about that." Well, he said he told you everything but..." He told me everything." Wait, even the thing with the anchor?" The thing with the anchor is my favourite."Suddenly the tension seems to flow out of her, and she leans forward on the table as if exhausted."Ma'am, you have no idea how relieved I am. I was tearing my hair out, deciding whether or not to tell you. So this 'cuckquean' thing is for real?" It's for real. Imagine my husband fucking me while you're. I intended to try the open hallucination technique and hope that he would accept an imaginary Millie as being real. I just wasn’t prepared enough and I certainly should have given him time to see the imaginary Millie – really have him focus on her before anything really started – maybe have him sit with her or something to make her more real to him. I don’t know if it would have worked, but instead I jumped into it right away without thinking it through. As a result, he didn’t see the imaginary.