While Danny/Danielle — if, in fact, the two co-existed - would continue to share our marital bed with me, it was a must that 'she' have her own spac..., separate and distinct from ours. This was a matter of practicality and convenience, if no other. Two women, dressing and preparing for their day or night out, required their own space, to an extent a man and a woman did not. In a romantic context, that was especially true if they were dressing for each other, a scenario I had wholly embraced.I. She said it made her feel sexy.I commented that her husband was a lucky man to have a wife who always was in her stocking feet. She said that regrettably her husband had absolutely no interest in her feet. As she could tell from the bulge in my pants, I had more than a passing interest in her nylon clad feet. One thing led to another and pretty soon we were next to each other on the couch. She asked for a foot rub and told me that if I did a good job she would ease the bulge in my pants with. I was an ordinary sailor, a son of a peasant farmer, nothing of concern, I was nobody. Clearly I didn’t merit such attention and I hoped to rest her mind at ease. ‘Please, I need to know.’ I implored tenderly and I held her gaze for a moment. ‘It isn’t my place to tell you such things.’ Shelea said in a trembling voice and stood to walk a few steps away, facing away from me. ‘I understand Shelea.’ I said and looked away, looking out the small window. Even though I only just met her, I could. "It was fun for a while, but when the 'new' wore off, the kid was a big pain." Terri's not a pain. Terri's a big bundle of happy 'what's gonna happen next.'"You're being a good little dinosaur," I said. I should have been better prepared.Terri's face got that 'serious student' look. "Pterodactyls are not dinosaurs. They are contemporaries of the dinosaurs, as are things like dimetrodons. You know, that's those big sailback lizards. Neither of them conform to the definition of a dinosaur, which.