I takes a specific kind of person, I guess, to experience this odd sensation. I know people who would choose a few words from their endless vocabulary...of curses and tell them, in no kind terms, that they wish to be left alone. Not me. Then there’s people who blend into this kind of crowd. Genuinly nice. Also not me. Me, I’m out of place. Pretty much everywhere. And not many see this, simply because nobody really wants to think someone doesn’t have a place to fit into. Be polite, do not show how. The first few hands saw Jenna and Anya pull ahead, though Natalie and I were never very far behind. Still, it took a very difficult slam and inspired play by Natalie to put us over the top on the final deal. A spirited post-mortem ensued, with the four of us concluding that Anya and Jenna had defended correctly, but Natalie had found the only way the slam could succeed without a misstep."And you said you weren't good," remarked Jenna, looking over at me."Hey, the cards worked out, and Natalie. I was the reward at the end of everything, I am Bi polar, denying my husband sex at first was the hardest thing I could do, with my illness the need for sex can honestly manifest as pain. So I took lovers. This went on for 32 years with one bad day when my husband in 2001 decided he was going to a new job, people were hurt. In 2007 he retired and went to work for another company, A major air logistics company at the airport, He had started from scratch, two years later I had been without sex. I was already formulating a sexy night of full action.The action that took place was an almost exact re run of what happened 10 years earlier.We met at 7pm and drove to her house. When we arrived I immediately went to her bedroom and ordered her to strip naked. I stood and watched her remove her clothes, I told her that her cunt was mine to punish, her tits would look nice bound tightly in soft ropes. Your mouth should be gagged so you can't utter a single word.When she was naked I asked which.