I got up to go. Greg asked “where are you going lover?” “Out of here. I didn’t know your wife was home.” Greg grabbed me around my waist and...kissed me deeply. I couldn’t help myself and my tongue slipped into his mouth. MMMmmmmm. “You’re my wife baby, at least for today.” Greg said. I knodded. “Why don’t you go upstairs and shower and change?” Greg suggested. Almost hypnotically I kissed Greg again and went upstairs. I quickly showered and walked into the bedroom naked. Greg was waiting for me. In their nine some odd years of marriage George had never beenone to follow through with a plan, despite the fact he was often the oneproposing them. He was often struck with an array of seemingly ingeniousideas, a family outing here, a plan for building a shed there, a new deviceto be installed or used at home that never made it out of the garage oncepurchased. This was how s**tterbrained her husband was, and it wastherefore countered by Ivana's habit of taking action to take part inwhatever. And I’ll be honest, I wasn’t averse to the idea. Oh, sure, it’d feed the voice in my head if I went along with it, and I was bound to have that dream again afterwards, but I was used to that. I’d been living with it for nearly a year. And let’s face it, sex is sex, right? A pussy is a pussy and I liked pussy. And while it might bug me before and annoy me after, about the only time that voice really shut up, the only time I was confident it wouldn’t pop into my head and interfere, was when I was. “Also normal,” Sondra said, nodding. “How about your arm? Do you feel pain there?”“Yes,” I said.“That’s really good,” Sondra replied. “Tell me about the pain in your arm.”“It hurts,” I answered.She laughed lightly.“I was talking a little more specifically,” she said.“It hurts a lot,” I answered. The painkiller was starting to make me a bit loopy, I think.“You goof,” she said. “Is the pain restricted to the shoulder or does it radiate downward?”“It hurts all the way,” I said.Sondra actually.