Not only don't I mind having everything from the neck up turned into Performance Art, or at least Folk Art, but... I'm kinda looking forward to expand...ng the oevre to include the neck down as well.I still don't know if I'm hiding me from me, or bringing out the me-ness of me enough that even I can see it.Maybe that's the point.-jen-----------------------------------------------------------10Jul08*Okay, Okay!*You can stop IMing me now. The votes are in. I bow to popular demand. Yes, I will be. For better, for worse. For richer, for poorer… But as I tried to make the bed, whimpering as my sore arm protested at the effort, I realised it might not be that easy to hide the evidence. Even in Luke’s absence I could still smell him everywhere, the aroma of our love-making heavy in the air. Surely Daniel would be able to smell that too? I flew around the bed to pull up the other side of the duvet before turning to drag back the heavy curtains, flinging the sash windows wide open and allowing. I hope they make you horny and you want to touch my body in every way you wish. Go ahead, it's ok, that's it, I like that, yeah baby, you know what I want, give it to me. I know you think I'm sexy and you want to touch my ass, it's ok, you can, yeah, your wife doesn't have to know, she's probably a bitch anyways. You can have some fun on the side, nothing wrong with a sexual encounter when things are going all wrong with the ole lady. Did I tell you, I have a cock. It's ok, it won't bite you, a. If you think I’m out of order, just say so?” “Yeah, of course. What do want to know?” “Do you fancy me?” I sat for a minute not knowing how to answer. “Jane, you’re my best mates wife.” “I know, but, do you?” I just sat for a minute looking at her. “I do. I shouldn’t, but I do. I would never do anything because of who you are.” I thought that honesty was the best policy. “I thought so. I could see the look on your face when you were looking at me in the bedroom.” “Oh, bollocks! Jane,.