)So I’m looking at my Dalek. I’m caressing my Dalek. I’m stroking his eyestalk and waggling his ... they’re not arms, are they? One is a lo...g stick that looks a bit like a toilet plunger, and the other is a death dealing ray gun. And if undo this clasp and lift up his top section, I can climb inside, then lose the lid and hey, now I’m a Dalek as well! I fiddled with the controls, with Michael sitting on the bed watching and laughing. He apologized for not having found any way of modulating. I could not help but admire them and in my mind's eye seeing these two slim bodies tangled together in bed. I image them alternating positions---something my husband never enjoyed and so our sex life took on an adroit and mechanical quality. For a while the passion lingered but as the years wore on that seemed to faded away. He rolled over and fucked me when he was inclined. There was little (if any) foreplay at all. If he fingered my pussy it was just get it appropriately wet before sticking. His mind was racing more and more,the nearer the day came.At last, the day came. Sally woke Steve early and had him make herbreakfast. She told him to shower and return to the bedroom in 10minutes. He did as asked and was back promptly.Sally then explained to him what was going to happen. She made itabsolutely clear there was not really any choice for him, unless hewanted to leave the marriage. He could pack and leave by the end of theday.She continued to explain that what she was doing was for. "We made no specific arrangement but about a week later I decided to call and see if she was OK."Ah, Martin," she said. "I thought you had forgotten me."I explained that I had been busy at work but would love to visit again."Well I am alone tonight so..." I'll be over in an hour," I said.Being twenty three at the time, I did consider it a bit weird visiting a sixty five year old woman even if she looked a lot younger and was really nice and easy to be with. I figured any positive life.