Surprisingly enough, he didn't see his wife anywhere.He didn't give it much thought as he returned to the den. He opened each envelope, and discovered...that each contained an internet addresses. For four hours he went through the information, taking a break occasionally to get some coffee. On one trip he made a fresh pot. This was rating a 9.6, on his weird-shit-o-meter. It seemed that each address led him to a site that supported alternative lifestyles, including bestiality. In all the time. Marry some loser brat. I will love you all my life. You marry that-loser-idiot and we will be together always. Your family will be happy, and we will be happy. With that fool in front of public, you will be always my bitch and our spicy relationship will have an invisible license.Let him be your husband, but I will be the true owner of your body and….”Pragya didn’t allow me to complete the sentence and shouted “Stop it bastard” and moved down from my body.Her face looked ready to burst into a. It was nearly a year before Missy and I connected again. There were casual hellos here and there but something had happened and I wasn’t sure what exactly I had done to earn this extremely frigid cold shoulder. It was early August and I knew Missy was packing and getting ready to head off to college. One day, before heading down to hang with the boys, I walked upstairs and found her.“Hey, Mis. So you’re off to college. WOW,” I said making incredibly awkward and meaningless small talk. She. " As the light of consciousness faded, the last word the young man heard were, "Goodnight... baby."The next words Robert heard seemed to come much later. Light streamed in a window with frilly curtains. Robert felt warm and safe and snuggled up to the large, soft, feminine body that held him close. "Oh, is my sleepy baby awake?" Robert felt a hand between his legs. "Oh, I think so," the voice chuckled. Such a good boy, always ready to make Mommy happy."Robert naturally did not wonder where he.