It's almost like as if some large container had landed on top of me.I hear a loud yet muffled sound outside. What is that, laughter?"Hey! Let me out!"...I shout. Again, I hear that deep booming laughter-like sound.The darkness lifts, and my eyes shut instantly as the blinding sunlight hits my gaze. I blink and try to see the large towering figure infront of me. I can't believe what my eyes are teling me. It looks like a naked woman, only at least 300 hundred feet taller than me. She's kneeling. I guess it was my ego thing. Before we were married we had discussed what was allowed and what wasn’t in a relationship. She had been raised in a family that strove to incorporate religious values into family relationships and she indicated that she wanted the same values in her marriage. She wanted children, as I did, and we both felt that children were the heart of a marriage and they were needed to sustain it over the long term. We both vowed that mutual love, trust and respect were the keys. She noticed the floral rayon dresslaying on the bed and after entering the room and seeing the closet doorand her dresser drawers open it didn't take her long to figure thingsout. I moved to the bed still wearing the high heels and took my seatthen set the slip aside near the dress and hung my head waiting for thelecture I knew was to come.I could hear the tinkle of her jewelry and the slipping satin sound ofher tight skirt as she entered the room. She noticed all the lingerieand the poorly. She, her dad and his best friend Mitch, who often accompanied them, would joke with each other while panning the little stream winding through the high country in front of her. Those had been happy times and Liv always looked forward to their next excursion with the same excitement most kids reserved for trips to Disneyland.Their prospecting expeditions always started before daybreak. Mitch would spend the night and stay up late, playing poker with Liv and her dad. They would drag themselves.