"I think that when you went your separate ways," she went on, "and she had various relationships, unconsciously she compared them to what she had with...you–" I can't believe," I interrupted her, "that one weekend of sex–" No, no, no!" she interrupted in her turn. "You're thinking like a typical male! It was the whole package she missed and compared others to, all those years of friendship in lower school, your strength in refusing her, and yes, the sex that weekend, all rolled into one."I shook. I felt like a starving woman with a feast laid before her. By this point he was getting over the shock of my welcome and he was beginning to show that he was more than capable of holding his own with me. We tore the clothes from each, pushing and shoving battling for control and supremacy. I couldn’t wait to get him inside of me. I threw my leg around his waist and begged him to fuck me. I wanted him to fuck me hard and fast. We could go slowly later all I wanted was to get him inside me as. He was, at the time, also my wife’s employee. Seeing him in my wife's office or at social events had always sent my mind off and fantasising about and picturing me or my wife as his bitch. I remember one Xmas party they had; I didn't attend but that night heard a ruckus outside our house. Looking out I saw a bunch of happy tipsy people singing Xmas carols in our driveway. Dale was standing beside my wife with his arm around her and straightaway I pictured him fucking her. Being my wife's. ’ ‘Think about the wedding, Frank. It will be awfully lonely without her walking down the aisle.’ ‘I will find another midget to take her place.’ ‘Will the midget be as much fun?’ ‘No, Philip, no one would be as much fun as she is.’ ‘Have you calmed down now, Frank?’ ‘Yes, Philip, now I will only shoot her.’ ‘Celeste has to talk to her first. Give her the phone.’ ‘I have to pull her head and arms out of the washing machine first, Philip. Then I will give her the phone.’ ‘Do it now Frank, right.