'I'm so tired of chardonnay.A wife was making a breakfast of fried eggs for her husband. Suddenly, her husband burst into the kitchen. 'Careful, ' he ...aid, 'CAREFUL! Put in some more butter! Oh my gosh! You're cooking too many at once. TOO MANY! Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! We need more butter. Oh my gosh! WHERE are we going to get MORE BUTTER? They're going to STICK! Careful. CAREFUL! I said be CAREFUL! You NEVER listen to me when you're cooking! Never! Turn them! Hurry up! Are you CRAZY? Have. But she is not with me now. And it was not supposed to happen that way. I get up from the computer. I walk quietly to an empty room, close the door and turn on the lights. Behind the door is a full-length mirror. I am only half dressed now. It is late. I am standing in front of the mirror in a white t-shirt and paisley boxer shorts. I look tired. It is very late. Or very early. At this hour, it does not matter. I close my eyes, and imagine her hands lifting my t-shirt over my head, and as I do. "Megan, I'm the same person as I was earlier. I care for you, and I won't hurt you." Don't say that!" She hissed with venom, "I won't be a chess piece for you to play with." She stood, curtsied, and asked my permission to leave. She left without giving me time to say anything.Shit! She hates me. Now what do I do?I found Richard talking to his son, Rick, in the library. "May I borrow a horse?" I asked him. "I'd like to visit Lady Polyantha at Lady Kathryn's estate." Yes, My Lord. I'll have one. She rose up, took Matt’s rod in her hand, and placed his tip carefully poised at her entrance, just leaving him in contact at her doorway, while she hovered above him and stroked him slowly with her hand. He tried to thrust up into her, but she held him firm, in place, teasing him. Soon, the teasing of his tip around her own wet lips was just too much for her. Neither he nor she could wait any longer for the next act. Without warning, she released her hand’s grip on him, and sank herself down,.