He said, “Why don’t we have dinner in your room and that way we can check out all the presentations, that I have made during the day.” I was fin... with it. One after the another..we went through all the presentations but.. he didn’t pleased with my work. I asked him, what was the matter and he said, ” I don’t know how we are going to work things out.The presentations are OK and it’s really good that you have been working hard all day, but I think you need to relax a bit.. and think fresh to all. .. expressive of the theme rather than explicit." Like a poem?" Maybe a fable? Something fun and seemingly completely different, yet expressive of the nuances of language and the grayness of morality, the Yin and Yang of every word we say."After a long pause, she whispered, "I could go back to the original nightmare, except it wasn't a nightmare, and make it mythological, with Jungian archetypes or something. Place it in an animal kingdom with the animals connoting certain expectations, like. She liked the filthy fucktalk, and she took it as well as she dished it out. This was a plus for us both, every time she grunted out some dirty demeaning statement my dick got even harder. And every time I returned an equally rude remark, she humped her wet slit over my thigh. It left a trail where she rubbed, a slick patch of her own fucklube and it seeped through the cloth of my slacks straight away. It was time to get out of my clothes now, for sure. I rose up onto my knees and looked down. He remembered how she’d affected him the very first time he met her. He’d been swept away, thrilled with her smile and enchanted by her voice. But it was the eyes of soft green velvet that haunted him the most, there shimmering light put the lamps of heaven itself to shame. With a single flip of their color she made his heart soar and his pulse quicken. She always made him feel like a better man than he really was … he knew, one of the many things he loved about her. He had become hopelessly.