It’s one of my strengths. The term, ‘whatever floats your boat’, is something I’ve used on many occasions in the past. It’s not in my nature...to judge others. In the past, I’ve allowed others to say one thing and do another. In fact I’ve become quite used to it. Then I met you and made a conscious decision that I would not accept such behavior from my spouse. I’ve long known your reputation and you intrigued me. Then, once we met, I realized you’re a sweet woman who’d constructed walls around. Her blonde hair was cut short, but not close to the head. She was wearing a long, silk dressing gown – white – that she had put on after he watched her take off her dress and stockings. He knew that all she had on underneath it were her a lacy bra and very scant panties. They kissed as she removed his tie and opened his shirt. With his shoes already off, and her in bare feet, they fit together easily. It was a good kiss, firm but not yet impassioned, with just a hint of what might come. Her. " Serena acted nonchalant. "And you are going to ask what I do, right?” Her low sexy voice almost whispered, “Well, I guess you could say, 'It’s just a fucking job', but fucking is only part of the job.” Serena fondled her breasts. “Actually, so far, its the best part of the job.” She paused with a very seductive smile and the camera followed her hand down, slowly down until it disappeared into the her panties. She seemed to be drawing this out as long as possible and savoring every detail.. . what? Excuse me?" questioned David, not sure if he was hearing this correctly."Take it down, okay?" What the fuck, Karen! I try to do all this all shit for you, but you're being your bitchy self!" yelled David. Karen looked surprised, then lowered her voice. "David...take it down." You fucking fat, ugly, stupid BITCH! I want a fucking divorce, we're through! Get your shit and get the fuck out!" You... can't kick me out." It's my house, Karen! Get out now!" Karen looked saddened, but David.