You see, my darling, my physical (sexual) needs were much higher than what you gave me. I am not saying our love making was bad or that I did not enjo... it. It only was not enough.You always "made love" to me slowly and gently, and always gave me the best orgasms — but many times I just needed to be "fucked hard". You know the difference. While I tried to hint at this need many times — you insisted that "making love" was the best way of showing love.So, even before we got married I had to make a. "Oh, yes... yes," he muttered, trying to regain his composure.Leaning against the counter, Pete was conscious of how wildly his cock was throbbing in the tight confines of his pants."Yes, Lois, I'm just fine," he stammered. "I was just thinking what a beautiful woman you are." Well, thank you, sir," she giggled, taking a sip from her drink.The horny divorcee had had a secret crush on the man ever since she had first met him, but this was the first time he'd ever seemed to pay any attention to. I didn’t see any one else out there, and started to feel relieved and even a little foolish standing there in the ever increasing rain. I was turning to go back into the cantina when the world exploded. When I say exploded, I’m not gilding the lily here; I mean that there was a blinding flash of light and a deafening percussion. Before I lost consciousness, I felt myself flying through the air. My last thought was that Tyler Ringo McGuinn was making a spectacular exit, no shuffling off this. He certainly didn’t miss his ex-wife, Melanie, who had been a royal pain to him during their marriage.That was when he got unexpected company, right there in the john, just outside of the shower. It was in the form of a tall, hefty, muscular man of mixed racial origins, whose eyes glowed first gold, and then red in front of Louis. Louis nearly tripped and fell as he stepped back, but the man was so strong that he literally lifted him out of the shower and set him back down on the linoleum.