"I was just talking to myself." You shouldn't do that. When you grow up, people might think you're crazy." I talk to myself when I want to clarify my ...houghts."Wayne didn't care about his daughter's ideas. He grabbed a crowbar and prepared to open the box of spiders. Just before he smashed the crate, I came out from the pot plant, pointed my gun at him, and screamed loudly."Drop the crowbar!"Wayne turned around and, seeing the gun pointed in his direction, did exactly what I said. After it. She didn’t want him to start second guessing his behavior. She didn’t want him to stop. “Is this what you wanted?” His voice was gravelly. She had never heard him like that before. “You wanted me to fuck you? Fuck you nice and hard?” She couldn’t respond. He didn’t usually talk dirty when they had sex. In between the sensation of him rapidly filling and then vacating her body and the shock of hearing him speaking like that, she couldn’t produce coherent speech. “You wanted to feel what you. Bill was surprised, and I could tell by the tent in his pants that he was intrigued. Was he imagining planting his seed in my naked wife’s fertile pussy? I explained that we used the rhythm method because she was unable to handle any hormonal birth control. Bill could sympathize, he described that his own wife, Shirley, gained so much weight on the pill that they abandoned it, and used a mix of rhythm and condoms, just as we did. The sun was getting hot when Bill asked me, “So, I suppose you. "Why do you need to go see her anyways? Do you really not believe that I am real?" "I don't know..." I say quietly. "Baby, I am as real as you are real. You feel my touch, you see me, and you can hear me. Is that not real enough?" he asks, holding my hand. "No, because I am the only one who sees you, who can feel your touch, and who can hear you." "How can I prove to you that I am real?" "I don't know." The ride home is quiet. When I park my car, he vanishes. I look up at my bedroom window and.