.”“But they killed her and replaced her with Widowmaker, so what am I doing?” Amélie finished for her, her rich accent and rolling cadence quit... pleasant Lena thought, at least when it wasn’t laced with the usual snarkiness or venom, as it had been in most of their previous encounters.Lena nodded.Amélie closed her book and took a sip of her coffee, thinking for a long moment before responding, “When I murdered my husband in his sleep, I think I was, in every way, the monster you think me to be.. ” as we got up off the floor she smiled at me. I could tell she really liked me a lot. Never having has this kind of attention from a woman before, I was a little put off, but so far everything had felt so good.Her bedroom was as well-decorated as the rest of the apartment. We sat on the edge of the bed for a few minutes and made out some more. I loved kissing her. Without the harsh stubble most men have, a mouth can be so soft. Our hands kept running up each other’s bodies, gently caressing. Anyway, we've been seeing each other for a few years now, and we've been having sex for about two years. We waited a little while to really get comfortable with each other, before we had sex. Over that time, I had grown really fond of her feet. When we would cuddle together, I'd reach over, and grab her feet. They were a good size for how big she was, and I always liked to rub them too. She obviously didn't mind that. It was one Saturday night, and we were on the couch. I was at one end, and. Being a regular at the store I really didn't think about her chatting me up as that's what people do. But the week after my ex moved out Anne invited me over for a "nice dinner and a bottle of wine".I'd like to say I'm such a smooth talker but the bottom line is during dinner she informed me that all she could think about all day was "having me for desert". Oh really? Me for desert? Meaning? (Ok - I know - I was a dick but I was ten years younger and she had met my ex and had a good idea we.