"Hey! Where do you want me to put these?" a low voice asked from thedoorway to the living room. His face was obscured by the large cardboardboxes, and...just like Mitchell was a moment ago, he seemed to bestruggling not to keel over with all of those boxes he was juggling."Just set them down wherever. I'll have to start unpacking in a littlewhile anyway," Mitchell groaned and then started laughing as the pain ofhis muscles reminded him that this wasn't going to be an easy task.Thank God for Kevin. …Just tell me about your kisses, darling. My kisses are long and full of passion. …The better to love you with. They are all yours. …Mine…..I like that. What do you like to do with your kisses? Spread them all over your body. …Oh, that is nice…..may I kiss you back? Oh yes, please do. I’m going to use my hands, too. …I hope you do, they would get lonely. I would love to kiss your neck. May I? Of course, you may, as long as I may caress you. …Touch me all you like. Your hands make me so weak…... No more bondage games. No more mutual spankings. No more nothing. We were on the verge of divorce. I think the only thing that stopped the divorce was she was afraid to go it alone. She knew her life style would change (and so would mine) drastically if she left. Together our incomes were allowing us to be an average, middle classed couple. We owned our home, two cars, and traveled from time to time. But, separately, our lifestyle would be reduced drastically. And, we both knew it.I. B. "I was laying down with Mary to get a little rest while the kids were in school.D. "Did you tell him yet?"B. "No, God, I want to but I'm afraid he'll leave me."What was she talking about? Leave her for what?D. "It was a mistake. You were drunk and things just went too far."B. "We both know that's not true. We both wanted it. It made us feel young again. He won't understand and I'll lose him. I should have never gone to Las Vegas. God, I wish I wouldn't have gone now."D. "So what are you.