“How do you feel about sex?” he asked, rather trustingly.“Well,” she said, responding very carefully, “I’d have to say that I would like i... infrequently.”The old gentleman sat quietly for a moment. Then looking over his glasses, he casually asked, “Was that one word, or two?”The Office PartyJohn, woke up after the annual office Christmas party with a pounding headache, cotton-mouthed and utterly unable to recall the events of the preceding evening.After a trip to the bathroom, he made his way. We've spent a week figuring this crap out, so get on with it. And don't smile, dammit. They'll think you're taking the piss." It's hard not to. This is all fantasy, dreamed up by some daft fucking romantic a generation ago." I don't care, Hap. So long as they think it's the genuine article, that's all that matters. Suetonius wants it done this way."Presently, a Sioux trotted forward wearing a war bonnet and carrying a lance decorated with feathers and strips of colorful cloth. He was very old. Lenientwith me." Damn right." Her eyes were bright as she told him, "Like one thing Icould do, to make sure you remember your place in this marriage, is tohave you spend an entire day on your hands and knees. Scurrying around,running and fetching for me, without being allowed to ever stand up."That idea led naturally to another. "And I could wear a short dress,with nothing on under it. That way, from your house-pet perspective, youcould peek up my skirt and see my legs, all the way up to my. “It was the best sex, I had for quite some time. You’ve made mama very happy. It’s a very long time since I’ve felt like this. Your dad don’t seem to like me nowadays, probably I ain’t look beautiful any more.”“No mom,” He let his hand move off my body. “You’re still the most beautiful woman in the world, you were always the woman of my dreams, woman of my desire. And believe me mom, these…” He sensuously caressed my flashy tummy and plump thighs and pointed toward my reflection in the mirror..