She remembered so much about the months that she had spent on the phone with this man. She had listened as he had described in graphic detail how he ...ould use her and torture her. Somehow, she had fallen in love with this cruel man whom she had never met. ?And you know what, slut? Even with you coming down and giving yourself to me, do you want to know the truth?? She was silent. ?You want this a hell of a lot more than I do. I could live without ever meeting you, whore. Could you. The compete bed sheet was socked in cum. I helped my wife to get up and led her to the wash room. Her drunkenness had gone by then. I made her sit there and then gave her a light oil massage. I also helped her to take a hot water bath. I then kissed her all over her body. Asked her, if she enjoyed the night? Or if she is angry with me for letting my friends to fuck her? She did not say anything for a while and then asked me if I am ok with what had happened? I told her, see, this life is. I spin with queasy drunkennessAs I confess lewd acts.I shout outside my window, "We're AllFictionmaniacs!" William Shakespeare wore a corset.Charles Dickens a ballgown.Dostoyevsky a ballerina:A dancing, bearded clown.Lipstick on Mister Hemmingway.Nabokov a teen temptress.Mark Twain in a prairie bonnet.Poe a girl, all Gothic.Gabriel Garcia Marquez shouts:"Great Bards and Wormly Hacks,You're welcome to submit and joinThe Fictionmaniacs!"At midnight, manly maidensConsecrate the great taboo.In. Last thing I remembered was sitting on our couch at the flat watching Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, and Boromir mowing their way through uruk-hai, and now somehow I’m sitting on the same couch in the middle of a whole lot of nothing. Dave had just left to get drinks, and suddenly the world disappeared.I looked at the other side of the couch. Wait, Sarah’s here too? Surely Dave had to have put something in the drinks. Only logical explanation.“So what exactly did Dave put in my drink?” I heard Sarah.