”“Wayne, how do you feel about having sex with someone who is not your wife?”“I wouldn’t do that. I am committed to my wife.”“Wayne, the...e is only one case where it is OK to have sex with someone other than your wife. It is with a woman has dark hair, narrow waist, and big tits. A woman who looks like this,” Harold held up a picture in front of Wayne’s eyes.“Oh, yes. I recall. It is OK to have sex with a woman who looks like this. I like her tits.”“Wayne, you will soon wake up, and think that. Mostly it is young men and old men alike, dressed in all of the grandeur of a police interceptor. The women are somewhat more splendid, but not by much, while many look as though they shopped in the same department stores… at the same time… for the same thing, there appears to be no sense of disappointment in the atmosphere. Soft. Glistening. Reflective. I feel someone, among the crowded room, put their hand into the small of my back. It slides up carefully–gently–to the nape of my neck and. We hurried down the stairs and saw Dog in a death struggle with two coyotes. He finally clamped those big jaws on the one and I could hear the crunching sound as he bit through the animal's neck, He twisted in mid air, dropped the one he had just killed and engaged the other. He made fast work of him too.Then he staggered over and picked up a dark bundle and brought it to me and laid it at my feet and collapsed. I could see he was hurt and all done in. The dark bundle was an injured chicken. He. I find my body responding to the words on the screen. You are telling me all the naughty things you want to do to me. My hands start to wander over the fabric covering my nipples. I trace a line down my stomach. Just as my hand reaches the edge of my panties, there is a knock at the door. “What in the world? Who could possibly be here now?” No one ever just drops in for a surprise visit. Normally, I wouldn’t even answer the door, but a knock at this hour is very unusual. Curiously, I make my.