‘I should be taking this more seriously, shouldn’t I?’ ‘It’s up to you. This is about what’s right for you too, Ingrid,’ he said quietl.... ‘You’ve had your heartaches. You’ve already told me you didn’t want to rush into a new relationship.’ ‘I know,’ she said as her eyes searched his. ‘Do you love me, Steve?’ she asked simply. ‘Without a shadow of a doubt,’ he smiled. ‘No doubts … no ifs … no ands … no buts. You’ve given me what I knew I had to have. This is the real thing for me, Ingrid … and. He grinned and said, "It's where your wife spends all her time trying to fuck you to death and from my appearance, it looks like she is succeeding." "That sounds like something I need to catch. Is it contagious?" "I don't think you really want it," and then he told me the story. He and Lena had fallen into the "old married rut" - sex twice a week and only in the missionary position - and then suddenly Lena seemed to want sex all the time. "I didn't have a clue what caused the change in her, but. .smackLights explode in your mind. Your eyes go funny and you see spots before you. Your chest gets tight and you have a bit of trouble breathing. You start to panic.smackYou slump forward from the impact and your head bounces off the motorcycle. You end up on the ground in a heap.The last thing you remember before the dark takes you is a male face and a chuckle.The fog clears. Slowly. Your head feels thick and it throbs. Painfully. Lights float around your vision and dark fog clouds a lot of. Both of them fell to the floor. Now she was pounding Fred with her fists repeatedly, something had snapped in her mind and it seemed as if all the anger she had ever felt though never acknowledged was released and flowing through her. The pent up rage for all the times he had hurt her, for the times her father had hurt her, and most significantly, for what Fred had done to their son propelled her fury intensely onward. She screamed at Fred as she hit him, "NEVER! NEVER, NEVER, AGAIN!" All of a.