And you&hellip,. You are warm, beautiful and most defiantly not old!! she looked at me now with sorrow in her eyes her hand still holding mine dropped...into the lap and her eyes glazed over as she began to speak Yes that is my husband but we are not married because of love but because he wanted to&hellip, she paused to search for the right word collect me. He likes possessions and my father was his client and offered me to him as part of a deal. He does not like me working but it is the one. Some fucker she's trusted, once. That's painful. The cacophony of emotions begins to make a little more sense to me. There's that quivering strand of confusion running through it all - betrayal. The absolute, fundamental, world-inverting betrayal you only get when you are deceived by that which you relied upon most. Its a gut-wrenching, sickening feeling that makes me nauseous. Not nauseous enough to counteract my own sick feeling of arousal though, dammit.Shit, I can feel bile in the back of. Course she wouldn’t have to save my soul, if she’d just spread her legs a couple times a month! When my wife hit her 60th birthday the frequency of our intimacy decreased to the point we have been in a 2-year dry spell. This lack of intimacy has pushed me to stray, which is sad because other than our mis-matched libidos, we do make a pretty good team.I guess the moral to my dilemma is to be honest about your sexuality with your partner. In my case, I have always been emotionally attracted to. .. Shakespeare.'Me: 'If you had not, would the Bugs still have come? Yes. Would we then have been destroyed with no chance at all? Surely ... Remember that you have outlined only a possibility of success. If we take your unarmed vehicle out to meet them, we have only a very small possibility of success. Most probably, we will die out there, and then the Bugs will devour our lovely Yerowl ... So we people of this planet thank you for that chance.'Jay: 'We must determine the range of your.