You are beautiful,” he said.I couldn’t believe my husband. He might want this too but he was too reluctant to ask that. We walked to our home.“L...t’s do it here,” I pointed the couch.I reached to fridge and handed him his beer.“Where did you get this?” he asked in surprise.“I just wanted to try and I liked it.”“I drink too when I away with friends. I thought you won’t like it,” he said.“Yes, I won’t like it, if you do it without me” I winked, “you can invite your friends here and drink,”“Ok.. That night when I received his message I just lashed out all on him. It was the classic case when after a break-up we just blame the whole male gender. So the next day when we were on face time, I apologised to him. He tried to console me. Told me the usual things that I should hang in there and something good will eventually happen.Then he asked me details about the break-up and I told him that he left me for another girl. He asked me why anyone would do that. He started praising my body and. "You won't need these in Kenya!" Then he hurled them into the fire. She watched the flames curl, and frizzle at the material. He pushed her down to her knees in front of him. She crouched there at his feet, while he struggled with his trousers. Suddenly he pulled his cock free. She nearly screamed. It was incredibly thick and long. It had not been soda cans in his pocket at all, she realized. He grasped her hair tightly and pulled her forward. With his other hand he grasped his cock and slapped. Microwave ovens and fax machines were a hit. Many of the parts were farmed out but they were still only assembled in the plants in Japan.We got our version of the Internet and used it extensively to communicate between various branches. The American government had taken to our computers and after some arm-twisting, so did the Canadians. Businesses, though, just loved our equipment. IBM had recovered all of its lost sheen and gained a lot more.I was happy to say that we never had punched cards.