She turned to me and whispered, "I think while we are here and out in public that it would be best if you called me Theresa." Gee, I never thought of ...hat. But that is going to be really hard," I said. "I know," she answered.We walked the rest of the way in silence. I could feel her hip bumping into mine as we walked and I could already feel a stirring in my groin. When we stopped at the elevator I turned to her. "Mr. and Mrs., huh?" I said."Well, we couldn't afford two rooms," my mother. She tried to close her legs, but his hands were on her lower thighs, holding them in place.His slid his tongue deep into her cleft, tasting the tang of her juice. His tongue slid lightly along her buttocks and thighs, then back over her clitty.She twisted in her sleep, her back arching sideways, her head rolling. She was breathing faster, her breasts rising and falling. His eyes watched them move, noted the stiffness of her erect nipples.There was a sudden gasp as her eyes opened. She blinked. Stan thought that probably it was a question of total lack of communication between husband and wife. He'd seen the same thing many, many times, and knew how easy it was to fall into the trap after several years of marriage. People tended to lose sight of the true personalities of the people they were married to; seeing them merely as symbols. Either symbols of their own lack of freedom, or other such false generalities.He sighed loudly and thought of his own wife who was taking courses at the. For hundreds of years before the West was even aware of the Tsavo, native tribes lived in the area, and from time to time, wars would break out among them. And after a battle, it was the custom of the time to leave the dead and dying where they fell, and the smell of the dead and the moans and blood of the dying would attract lions and hyenas, but mostly lions, to the feast on human flesh. Now, the lion may be the king of beasts but is not a picky eater and will eat whatever doesn’t eat him.