"I see," she said. "No you don't see. Don't judge me lest you be judged. A man has to do what a man has to do. Any port in a storm, if you know what I...mean." I know what you mean. I get it Dave. You don't have to paint me a picture or give me an image that I'd rather not have."After having lived through a storm of shit, I couldn't see bringing a woman into my life," he said. "Simone, Lucy, and Carmen aren't your typical, d**g addicted, crack head prostitutes, they're nice." You don't have to. For dinner prepare an especially nice meal for him. Don’t burden him with chores. Don’t discuss your problems with him, it will only make his stress worse. No nagging. And most importantly, make love with your husband several times a week. If you can do this for the next 10 months to a year, I think your husband will regain his health completely”. On the way home, the husband asked his wife. “What did the doctor say?” “He said you’re going to die” she replied.Teacher: “Johnny, can you tell me. Red grabbed her arms and held them behind her back. Will began exploring her body with his hands. Holly was trembling but she was also tingling. This isn't right….I want this……..I want these two huge black men to fuck me……...it isn't right……….She felt Red's semi-erect penis pressed between her ass cheeks. He felt hot on her fleshy bottom. Will was groping her tits and breathing heavily on her neck. He brought his hands up to her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees. Red released his grip. "It may be blackmail. But sweet, naive little Britney...how do you think the world works huh? You may have been given your career on a silver platter but at some point you must pay your dues. Are your morals and ethics worth more than all that work you spent becoming a household name?" Robert said to Britney, a soft but crooked smile on his face."Yes. Yes they are!" Britney said triumphantly."Very well then, I'll show myself out," Robert said, snatching up the pictures and slipping them back.