But, I didn’t, so that night we went on our first date.The list has grown, that’s the problem. I shudder when I come from fucking her doggy style,...or when shes on her side, ass tilted in my hands, it’s the most intense shudder ever, but it happens because of the way I have to pull her back onto me, the force I need to exert over the situation and the begrudged permission for it that she gives. That’s the shudder. I’ve tried to get her to stick her cunt at me from behind, but she can’t quite get. I finished the second bottle of wine before heading to bed. I decided notto even open the email from Beth-Ann; some sleeping dogs are best leftalone. I shook my dead in disgust as I pondered how life would have been betterif I had been born female. Chapter 3Maybe it was the two bottles of wine, or maybe I was just really tired,but I slept really deeply that night. Normally, I have a great internalalarm clock and often wake up before my clock radio goes off, but thismorning, I was in a very deep. I started to walk toward the bedroom to change, but he took a hold of my arm. "Put it on here," he quietly insisted. I hesitated and he said, "Do you want me to rip your clothes off of you again?" I shook my head no and started to unbutton my blouse. When I was naked he said, "Kiss me Sarah," and he pulled me up against his chest."Kiss my chest," he commanded. I closed my eyes and put my lips on his smooth, muscular chest. He hugged me too him and his leathers felt cold against my skin. He. The problem was mortality. I know that death's necessary for life, for each species to evolve, for us to get to the state we're in at the moment where we have a society and spend our time listening to music and watching films instead of being hunted by predators. I've always accepted that one day I will die. The thing is, I've always had this inescapable feeling in the back of my mind that I should do something first. I'm not sure what it is. I think that's part of the problem.I knew my body.