Then he explains it again halfway into the second act, just in case some numbnuts in the box seats wasn't paying attention the first time around.Opera...plots get pretty weird. I mean, why would any guy in his right mind play this kind of a stacked deck? And three riddles; even the sphinx is supposed to have given just one. Well, Puccini, who wrote it, tries to get around this by having Calaf, the tenor hero, get a quick glimpse of the princess as she passes by, and she's so beautiful he falls. This particular Tuesday Betty wasn’t her usual self. She brought a tray of coffee and cookies from the kitchen and sat down beside me on the sofa. She seemed distracted, as if something was on her mind.“Are you okay, Betty?” I asked her. “Is everything all right?”“I’m fine,” she replied, “it’s just that — ”Her voice trailed away. I didn’t press her to finish the sentence. I waited, sipping my coffee.“It’s a little hard to talk about, even with a good friend like you. It’s not that I don’t trust. Grabbing her body in both hands he started pounding his cock deep inside her and as she started screaming his name “is this what you want to see my Mom do, scream my name while I fuck her?” he asked.“Yes, I want to see her body writhe in ecstasy and call out your name, do it to her, fuck her, fuck her today,” she said reciprocating his moves.“Can I, can I fuck her? Is she free from her problem?” saying it he intensified his pounding, piercing his way into her delicate cunt with all this. Chapter Two - The rest of MondayI had much to do, as I did every Monday, so I hoppedto it. It was 7 a.m. when Celeste left. By 7:30, I hadthe bed stripped, changed the cum-drenched sheets forclean ones and had the laundry going. I made myself alight breakfast, drank a cup of coffee, read thepaper, and cleaned up the dishes by eight. I was stillin my sweats when I entered my "private room," grabbedmy pre-packed bag, and left the house at 8:15.When we were married and ever since, Celeste.