"Holy shit." I didn't know how else to talk to you, so when I found some of your stuff about the game and your character, I hunted you out. It took me...two weeks before I ran across your character. And, well, it was just easier staying as Lord Xavier instead of telling you who I was, then we became friends and there was never a good time, and after a while I just forgot that you didn't know who I was." Holy shit." You're freaking out, aren't you?" Holy shit!" I nearly r@p3 you, seduce you faster. It shot the shit out of my alpha male attitude, let me tell you. I did have a girlfriend of my own, her name was Kathy. She packed a nice solid 25 pounds extra, and most of that was where it didn’t belong. There were no muscles on her ass. just lumps. For one thing her idea of a date was go out to eat, then later we would go to my house. Sex with her was just…well, sex. She didn’t really do anything at all, she more or less just let me have a piece. Payment for dinner I guess. The problem was. But soon she was trying to unbutton Laura's blouse again. Laura teased her and kissed her, trying to go back to their long-time trust."Do you want to kiss them, or torture them?" she asked softly."Both," Karen admitted.And Laura's blood simply leapt. Karen's hand was on the throat of her shirt. She looked down."Let me," Karen asked."No." Please let me."Laura shook her head. "No." I'm stronger than you are." I don't think so." Want to find out?"Laura glowered at her.With one movement, Karen. [HUSBAND lightly touches WIFE’s wrist. WIFE jerks back.]Husband: Honey, look at me. We can work this out. Our therapist—Wife: Fuck our therapist. There is no “we.” “We” are done. I want you out.Husband: I’m not going. This is my home, too.Wife: Get out of my house!Husband [bristling]: You leave. It’s you who wants out of this marriage. Not me!Wife: You’re the man. Be brave, and get out!Husband: This is my HOME! And I didn’t do anything wrong. Please—Wife: No, it’s not. And yes, you did. Now get.