We beat each other mercilessly. I can roll with the best of 'em. Johanna has forced me to elevate my Earl Scruggs bluegrass banjo style to another lev...l, adding Mozartian arpeggios and scales, and Miss Margit, I find later, is renowned as a concert harpist.Finally her eyes flashed at me and I ended my battle with a flourish.Did you ever hear the comment 'and the crowd went wild'? You don't usually get that from a classical music recital, especially not in a three-century-old church in Norway,. I just want to live.I’m back under house arrest due to the heat which pisses me off. I actually felt like I was sweating yesterday. I had my wife check and I was dry as a bone.My finger nub is finally about healed and my brain is figuring out the right signals to give me which is good. The nerves which are at my fingertip used to be on the circumference of my finger. When I would touch something with the tip of my finger I would get the feeling that my finger was inside the object. Which is. Now someone else had shared it. Did she look in the mirror and see his large black hands holding her hips as he slid deep inside? Did she feel his balls slapping against her ass? My own cock was rock hard as I stepped closer to the bed. I moved one of the pillows and saw that it was wet. I looked at it and picked it up. I raised it to my nose and smelled. It reeked of sex. Had he slid the pillow under her ass for one more fuck before breakfast? I could imagine his muscled body over my wife. His. Ding dong *ding dong* bang bang bang “Jenny! Open the door!” I opened my eyes. Am I dreaming? bang bang bang “Jenny! Open the door or so help me, I will break the door! Stop avoiding me!” I got up fast and almost fell over when the dizziness came over me. I grabbed my bed and steadied myself. I walked to the door but didn’t open it. “Come on Jenny,” Douglas said. “I know you’re in there.” I leaned against the door and slid myself down to the floor and sat there. “Jenny?” he said. “Jenny,.