"We want you to be able to find the right line underwater if you have to." Muscle memory," he called it. It all boiled down to repetitive behavior.It ...as boring.We had drop-outs.We had Chicago fathers with more money than sense who bought Snipes, Stars or Lightnings for their precious Timmy, Holly or Billy dropouts.And just like a few of the newly licensed auto drivers dies because they didn't understand physics, Pentwater Lake had a drowning or two because the sailor didn't know boats.The dead. She had to steady herself against the counter top for support. Arthur grinned, walked over, bent down and put my wife over his shoulder, carried her to the bed. She couldn't believe the intense sensation of his penis with all these large rings rubbing against her vaginal walls and cervix, couldn't stop coming. She was exhausted after an hour, breathing heavily, sweating. In all Arthur made 9 sperm deposits, while inside her just before he left he asked her if she's okay with possibly getting. He looked up and a broad smile lit up his face. "Hi!" he said, excited."Hello," I replied, somewhat coolly.His smile wavered briefly, but didn't falter completely. "Thank you for coming," he said, cheerfully."Sure," I said. "Whatever."I was being a rude bitch, which wasn't normally my style, but I was bracing myself for the inevitable personal questions.He picked up on this. "Are you okay?" he asked. He seemed genuinely concerned."Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I challenged.His mood seemed to be. I am a woman like that, raw, untamed and uninhibited.So I got into the shower. The water beat every inch of my body. So I changed the flow into a languid drizzle…under it I sighed at the thought of my lover’s touch. The thought that I would have to give myself to him, the fact that he would take me. The fantasy coming true. Years of thirst for great intimacy coming to an end…it made me glow with happiness. I slipped into a pair of indigo denim shorts, put on some light makeup and stepped out to.