”Giselle felt sorry for him. He was so sweet, but so useless. “Honey, do not feel culpable. You always do your best. The important thing is that w... love each other. Don’t feel sad. Our lovemaking is not so bad. Maybe I could wish it to last just a little bit longer, but it does not really matter, for sure our marriage will survive.”“We will manage honey,” she went on, trying to comfort her husband. “We are not sex machines, do not make it out to be all your failure.” She knew it was not easy. Roy blacked out almost on impact.When Roy regained consciousness, he had no idea what time it was, where he was, or how long he’d been out of it. He was cold. He was wet. He was covered in snow. It was pitch black everywhere. Oh, and he couldn’t move. There was no real pain, but whether that was the numbness of shock or just dumb luck took more thought than he could muster.The girl. Was she dead or alive? And if she was unfortunate enough to have survived, was she injured? How bad? Roy wanted. I really wish I could have the woman with the biggest breasts in the world in my living room. That'd be something. And if she were a real bimbo, and totally horny, and couldn't get enough sex... well, that's my idea of paradise!" Just as he finished formulating this thought, Jack found a website called "Wishes Granted, Inc." It wasn't much, but Jack hoped that maybe, just maybe, these guys would give him what he wanted.*****TWO MONTHS LATER:Almost overnight, Jackie Phelps was the hottest news. My wife and I had been having some problems just before that. I didn't realize it at the time but it was all my fault really. I was having trouble accepting the fact that I was turning thirty years old. It wasn't a conscious decision on my part, but the fact that it was coming, made me act like a real bear for the three or four months leading up to my birthday; which falls on December the twenty first.My wife and I had drifted apart somewhat during these months. I hadn't made love to her in a.