Mary thought to herself, if she isn’t getting enough of that thing, she needs a real horse, or maybe an elephant, but let it pass…for now anyway. ... About then Ace walked into the kitchen, dressed in rumpled fatigue pants and a faded green t-shirt, an outfit she had seen Bret wear so many times, her only thought was that she was glad he was dressed. Nicole introduced the two of them, neither one saying a word about her having walked in on him in the bath. Ace and Mary sat at the table and. ”“No, I need a few minutes to calm down.”She nodded and then folded up the lyrics, pocketing them. She seemed to hesitate, and then spoke. “I’ve tried writing happier songs. I just end up throwing them out.”“Well, maybe you should give them to me instead, because I need something to hang on to.”She smiled sadly. “I’m struggling too, Matt, believe me. We’re in this together, even though I know it’s much worse for you because it’s your thing.”“My thing? Why not our thing?”She caressed my hand.. Instead his complete attention was given to the woman who had begun undressing him. Terri's fingertips traced all sorts of soft, warm patterns over his body as an extra touch, while she stripped the gaudy costume from him.As she neatly folded his clothes over a chair, Ponkert pulled back the covers on the massive four-posted bed that filled most of his small room and slipped in. Smiling at her self-made king, Terri's fingers tucked beneath her rag briefs. Watching his eyes following her. This means my wife is home from a sleep over. She left last night to meet Jason for an evening of dinning dancing and sex. This isn't anything new, she goes out several times a month for over nighters. More often she entertains her male friends here at our home.When she came into the den I stood up to give her a kiss hello. She looked just as beautiful as she when she left twelve hours ago. She was wearing a black dress that came just above her knees, and her legs where covered in black nylon..