Helen found that she needed it quite often. At first, her husband responded to her - gratefully, enthusiastically, vigorously and repeatedly. In time,...his interest waned. Helen's did not. The photograph had enflamed something long dormant within her. Her comfortable life, at one time so safe and satisfying, now seemed leaden and mundane. She engaged in wild flights of fantasy regarding the girl in the photo. Helen began writing stories about the girl. Many of the stories were romantic and. **The night went fast and the day dragged. I couldn’t wait to go home and get ready for my date with Lisa. I would meet her at the hotel. It was a little out of the way, but I managed to find it. She told me ahead of time the room number.When I got to the room. She was wearing a black negligee and heels. She looked amazing. I was anxious to see her breasts and get started drinking her breast milk. I handed her the money in an envelope. She eyeballed the money and put it into her purse.. We both squared off against each other. The cat clearly ready to pounce, a combat display popped up in my head and began to calculate probabilities and angles of attack.Obviously, I had not cleaned out all the military wetware from the Golem. Thank God I didn't. I saw the finishing move I needed before the cat even jumped at me. When it did I was ready. I side-stepped the beast and grabbed it around its neck, I planted my feet and exerted just the right amount of force to cause its neck to snap. I said I have it right here. I picked it up from beside my recliner. I dropped my pants and underwear, My wife yook one look at my soft little dick and said go get a shower right now and shave off those whiskers around your little man. OK, I said but don't leave till I'm back please. She said I'll be right here I have something to do before I go. I ran to the shower and got a brand new razor out...I was done in no more than ten minutes. I ran back into the den butt assed naked and SHIT, there.