. even to the extent of truth he said that my wife said “ I want bullish fucking” , I am dying for it after marriage.I was quite, not in position ...o think or ask. But he told further that since he could not fuck her hard, Could I ?I was surprised by this offer. Your wife…? Who can I fuck her ? I respect her ?I have no option, I have to arrange …..other wise some day … she will become out of control and may become whore…..he said. His point was right….Is she agree ? I asked. I have not told her. Lady Isabel drops a compact on the floor... and one perfectly manicured finger goes out to the bell-push at her side. Two minutes later, Jackson, a young, petite brunette, enters and bobs a curtsey."Yes, M'Lady?" Pick that up, Jackson," says Lady Isabel, rising from the stool and moving towards her bed.Jackson bends and picks up the compact. "Yes, M'Lady?" she enquires again."That is all, Jackson," replies Lady Isabel, favouring the girl with a sweet smile.Momentarily, hate and fury flash into. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living.When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others.And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not. He thought of Pat. He would phone her tomorrow to tell her if she wanted him she must be prepared to share him.Jack’s mobile beeped. He had a message from May. The message read : “Jack, pictures as promised. Hope they arouse you. Thinking of you. Lots of hugs and kisses May xxxxJack then showered and put on a fresh polo shirt and chinos. The doorbell rang at six fifteen. May looked stunning when Jack opened the door. Her hair was very blond now and she looked ten years younger. She was carrying.