But still the legend of the 'golden age' that was lost, continued to spread, and more common folk, increasingly living lives of poverty and danger, be...an to believe that fairy tale story.Old veterans from the war at last no longer came to Swanford to pay their respects. Like Rowan and Gwenda, they were now old and often infirm, if they even still lived. Not a day hardly passed that some note arrived in the mail mentioning the death of an old friend, comrade or companion in arms. Gwenda would. But my wife notices that I’ve slipped in her favorite crazy-high-calorie dressing. And she slips me tiny smile when the Bitch isn’t looking.On Tuesday, I let my temper get the better of me and let my mean streak loose.Thai Basil Chicken.My wife loves it and she sits silently, perched on a kitchen stool, watching me work, entranced. Even while I cook, the Bitch nags on about how the garlic and hot pepper make her eyes hurt and about how the fish sauce makes the whole house reek when it bubbles. " She turned her back to him, letting him look his fill at her pert, panty-covered bottom. "Now bend over."This time Marie did moan. She bent at the waist, hyper-aware suddenly of the way her panties stretched over her cheeks. She had the urge to spread her legs, to make the fabric even tighter. She shuffled her feet a little further apart. She thought maybe he would touch her, thought all at once that she might die if he didn't touch her, but before she could moan again he was saying, "Stand. Realizing that I had not asked permission, I apologized. "I'll forgive you this time, bro." she smiled. "but it will cost you."Cost me? Oh shit, I've blown it. I thought as I felt her weight lifting off my hips. "I want another one," she said as she scurried up my body, straddling my head. "Get to work!" She lowered herself onto my face.I watched as her teenage cameltoe descended onto my waiting face. As her neatly trimmed red-orange bush settled on my nose, my tongue came in contact with her.