They were not like normal people. No, it couldn’t be desire that she saw in his eyes. After a most uncomfortable dinner, she was finally able to go ...ome and drown her sorrows in the bottle, which was beginning to bring her comfort more and more as the late nights increased. Now here she was on her forth glass of brandy. Damn him! How could he do this to her after only five years of marriage? Hadn’t she been the perfect hostess, homemaker and lover? Sure she knew that one of the things that had. He gave my shoulders a gentle push until I was laying on the ground; he was lying on top of me and resting his hips between my legs.“Hmm,” I hummed as I felt his raging boner against my thigh, “What has you all hot and bothered, Mikey? Do you like watching sexy wood elves slay dragons?” I teased, kissing his neck and nibbling his earlobe. He let out a moan as I did so, grinding his hips into mine.“You’re so sexy,” he mumbled, kissing my neck, sucking and biting, no doubt leaving a hickey behind. They had been married for several years. The spark had left them long ago. Sometimes she remembered the way they used to be, young, careless and full of so much adventure. Age and responsibilities takes care of some of that but deep down in her heart she can’t help but long for the moments when her breath would catch in her throat just at the sight of him walking into a room. They had talked of how they could get the spark back. It wasn’t that they didn’t love each other, no not at all, but it. As he set out he felt the rust that had accumulated in his body. He welcomed the discomfort, a fitting penance for over-indulgence and self-pity. It appeared to be the only element of fairness left in his shrinking world.Of course, he was well-acquainted with the crisis over priests involved in pedophilia. He reviled it as much as anyone—no, more than anyone—because he understood how a priest could abuse the trust of a vulnerable youth. He had never done it, nor knew of any priest who had, but.