She picked up her phone and asked somebody to come to her room. I was pleasantly surprised to find that it was the hot Dr. Salve accompanied by anothe... younger looking girl. She was introduced as their trainee, Dr. Singh. She put out her hand to shake mine and introduced herself by her first name, Jia.Dr. Salve looked at the X-Ray scans and was also amazed to find no obvious injuries since, for the kind of pain I was suggesting, it was a close call to external injury. Salve looked at me and. .. ONE in SEVEN FUCKING BILLION!" She again started giggling.Finally she composed herself, paused and looked at me with very wide eyes that for some reason reminded me of a little child looking at her parents as she told them something wonderful or terrible that she had done. "But I did it. I picked out that one exactly wrong person at exactly the wrong time in exactly the right place. I was the one who picked the coven we would target and I was the one who picked which of the witches of. I love sex. Now, my husband, John, and I had started talking about various things like swapping and such. We hadn’t done it yet but had gone to a couple of ‘soft-swap’ parties and did a little looking and necking and making out but no more. At least yet. John did find one woman and had sex with her but her husband was not at all to my taste, a tattooed biker-type. Some love ’em, some don’t. I’m in the latter. We’d been married for just over twenty-five years so our sex life had gotten somewhat. How many of husbands would actually like that? Was I a strange husband who was getting turned on by this fact? Does this makes me a lesser human being? Will my wife love me again? Does she actually loves me? What is she falls in real love with her? So after few minutes while the cold wax was doing its job, my wife told me to get some permanent markers. I got a black and a red one. She then told me to write on her left hanging boob her BF name and on her right hanging boob her name. Mind you the.