He mused to himself. 'Gee. I wonder why Sandy hasn't called me. After all, we are married. I can't understand why she calls me an old maid or an old l...dy. I know I label everything and I'm very particular about my purchases. I buy the best and I don't throw my money away. I can't understand why she won't let me fuck her. I know I could get hard, but every time something starts to happen she screams at me. It's funny, but it makes me hard and then for some reason it starts to die. I can't. ]I nodded, looking around the room. [Anyone see anything that might be part of a skull?][I have some teeth over here, I think, ] Mason answered.[Me, too, ] Sonja sent.Ben and I split up to look at the apparent teeth before looking back at each other and nodding.[Alright, it appears as the image we need to make is that of a skull. Ben, how about summoning a skeleton for us so we’ll have a reference.][Good idea, gimme a minute.]I walked back to the center of the room where the nose was, and saw. That reminds me - I have to call him and tell him thanks, but no thanks."Jana asked, "You play hockey too? I saw in the newspaper that you beat the best professional golfer in the world, so I know you are a good golfer. Are you a good hockey player as well?"Dave simply shrugged, "I'm all right."Jennifer was sipping pop and she pretended to choke, "All right? He's a lot better than all right. He could have been the top NHL draft pick this year, if he hadn't told them he wanted to play golf. How. I’m sure we will come up with something!” I told her we would have to see and then grabbed my computer and headed for work. By lunch both of my heads were throbbing and staying focused on work was nearly impossible. Not only was I in pain but every time I thought even the most tame lewd or lascivious thought of a woman in the office, I got hard as granite! The time finally arrived when I could go home and I prayed silently that “Mistress Lisa” would just want to have sex and call it all.