I hoped nobody saw my flush. Even though he had never seen them, it was a very accurate rendition of my breasts. The second painting was the blue scar... on the kitchen table in the golden morning light. The honey pot was spilled and the butter in the dish had sunk nearly to liquid. The detail was impeccable and the artwork had a tossed, sexual feel. I loved them both right away. # The next Saturday, the coriander was on my car but it was the blue scarf wrapped around it that caught my eye. I. Then I told Cheryl about Young-ju's flirting.All my wife said was, "Well that little whore, I knew she had the hots for you."I started to protest, but she shut me up with her next words."Honey, I think I'm going to give her to you. She's sexy looking and I think I'd like to see you fuck her."A lump the size of Texas was lodged in my throat. I couldn't swallow, hell I couldn't breathe. What was my pretty little wife saying? Was she going to fix things up for me to screw this Korean babe?When I. We also ask them about their activity preferences. Do they want to rock climb, fish, or other specialty activity? And by specialty activities we also mean sexual activities; do they need handcuffs, candles, bubble bath, small ropes, bondage equipment, etc. We have the ability to deliver whatever their hearts desire. Music choices are also questioned and a wide variety is always on hand. The only thing the couple must do is bring themselves, their toiletries, and their clothes, if they want any.. But, and this is a horrible thing to confess, I also dreamed about killing her myself. I really made plans in my mind how I could lure her into dangerous situations to murder her and make it look like an accident. In any of those fantasies, after her death, Matze was heartbroken and I was there for him, consoling him and bringing him back to live with my love until he realized that he, too, had always loved me without being able to admit it. I realized, that I was starting to lose my mind. It.