He is nervous, but also excited, buzzing with the anticipation of doing this. He got the idea from a co-worker and how great of a stress reliever it i.... And stress relief is definitely something he can use right now. His wife hasn’t been showing any signs that she wants to get intimate with him for months now and it is beginning to wear him down—work does that enough.Grasping the hem of his shirt, Anders pulls it quickly over his head. He lets it drop to the ground and stands for a moment.. I cleaned my self up and went back into the bedroom. Jay is setting on the foot of the bed in deep thought. Jay was in a gang when he was a teenager and he had to kill a few people so i knew he was capable of killing someone and i felt like he was contemplating murder as he sat there in a daze thinking heavily. He stood up and asked " did you let that nigga fuck you raw" I said "what nigga" he punched a whole in the wall and said "you see that whole in the wall the next time you act stupid when. The breeze was light and almost chilly. The girl's hair was very long, cascading down her back and below her waist. The wind whirled it like liquid whips around her smooth face and pale bare arms.She glanced again at the horizon where the sun had just disappeared and wondered how long it would be before he arrived. Her watch, along with her earrings and even her wedding band, were locked in the hotel room back up the beach. She'd dressed as he'd asked, wearing a long white sundress and nothing. "Who can that be?" said Rocky in answer to the knock at the door."I bet you it's those pesky woodpeckers again. Just ignore them." Who is it?" Natasha Fatale." Natasha Fatale who?" Natasha Fatale going to injure you if you don't open this door." I don't get it," said Bullwinkle."Don't I know you from somewhere?" said Rocky when he opened the door to the statuesque brunette beauty standing before him."Cut the crap," said Natasha. "Of course you know me. I'm Natasha Fatale, Pottsylvanian spy. You.