I accepted her proffered apology, and she looked a bit less miserable and returned to her cooking.This was yet another strange incident to ponder. Eve... leaving aside the extraordinary change in our sex life, Wendy's general attitude had altered remarkably post-FUCK (I realised I was beginning to divide my life into pre- and post-FUCK). Pre-FUCK, she had been, on the whole, a good and devoted wife to me, and I had loved her dearly, but she had been very much one to stand up for herself, she had. She immediately said no. I tried to convince her, but she said no. Later, in 2 to 3 months, of convincing, she finally agreed. We met in my house this time, as my parents went out for a marriage in another city, and I being the only son, there were no one at house. I called her, and she told her parents, that she is going to her friend’s house and came. She was so beautiful that day! Her lips were so inviting, that I kissed her then and there near the door. She was shocked, but continued with. " her voice dripped sarcasm."Let's get that tent up then." She did an adequate job of holding the lantern for me while I drove the stakes into the ground. The plastic bag that passed itself off as a tent was up in minutes. I loaded the boxes from the van into it. To be honest Dee helped once she noticed how badly I stumbled around in the dark. I wasn't all that impressed since they weren't very heavy anyway.I slipped into the sleeping bag on half the amount of foam I usually used. Still I. I’d said “ass” pretty loudly.“I’m glad,” she said. “I have to admit I was a little worried.”“Worried? About what?” My voice was still much too loud, and she pushed me backwards towards a wall, farther away from the carousel.“I was a worried that all that stuff you told me while we were making this baby was just role playing.”“Stuff?” My voice rose. “That wasn’t stuff. That was me, pouring my heart out to you!” My voice rose even more.“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. Caitlin was right. She yelled at me.