Is this pure uncertain. It feeds on internal logic and constitute its organs, its substance. My behavior is the heart of my business. I am strange. I ...ome from Vertige. I am therefore Vertige and we must not see me coming. I have more sense than feelings. Here for a part of my intention secréte… But, as one might say coincidence: the chance is a secret and I am sure my secret. So how to cross the fire ? Prometheus had to be the first artist, long before Apollo. This giant to make good service. I didn't give a care as I stumbled to the door, still with my head reeling from the intense orgasm I had experienced only a few minutes ago. I heard Dee get up and follow me with slow, painful steps out of her room. I stepped into the washroom down the hall on the second floor and kept the door open.I looked in wonder at Dee, as she walked in nude with only her high heels and nothing else on. Her curvy, luscious body was slick with sweat and she seemed tired too. I helped her sit on the lid of. I can still wear some of my old college clothes. Ron used to love for me to wear my old cheerleader outfit when I cheered on the 'Orangemen' of Syracuse. It was sure to get his motor running. Lately I'm lucky to get his motor to idle, let alone to rev up like it used to be. Ron just turned 45 three weeks ago and I thought I would give him a surprise party. He got mad at me and left as soon as he got home that night and saw the people there for the party. He told me he would be back once. I forced myself to stand and started to strip the bed. Every movement was an effort, but I forced myself to do it. I’d just finished when she came back in.She’d changed into a pair of boxers and a baggy t-shirt, her usual night-time attire I guessed, and she carried an armful of bed linen which she held out to me. I took them from her and, as she sat in the chair at the dressing table watching me, I slowly and painfully made the bed. I was slow and it seemed to take forever but finally I turned.