Trying to move me along a bit, helping me forget, encouraging me to start over again. I suppose it was ... I can't find the right word ... thoughtful,...kind, understanding, comradely? A bit of each of those things.But you can't paper over the cracks when something like this happens, when your wife vanishes. When you don't have closure. When you just don't know what's happened. It's just like in engineering. If you see cracks in a large concrete casting, you can't just pour more concrete in and. Rather, I had sent my body a gift, since I no longer occupied it. But until Kara and I switched back, this would be considered my birth date. Carol had insisted on serving me breakfast in bed this morning, and had made me promise to stay in bed until she brought it. But when I woke up, I had had an urgent need to use the bathroom. So I quickly and quietly used the toilet, and hurried back to bed, where I waited until she came in. She was carrying a covered tray in front of her totally naked. He's grinding into me a little and I think my dick is getting a rubdown from his thigh. No matter... it feels good. Then I think to myself that this guy refused to kiss me a few hours ago, nows he's making me his bitch. As I slide my hand across his smooth muscular back and down to his tight ass, I'm frustrated that my other hand is locked up. "Would you please unlock this?" I ask. He replies softly, "no". Why not? Because you're my prisoner. So what are you going to do to me? I ask. I. From it, emanated an intoxicatingly repulsive odor that seemed to be calling her name with each inhale. “Jeeeeessiiiiiiie, Jeeeeessssiiiie.” The whole mixture, a viscous, soft and transparent like affable discharge waiting to get tasted, begging to be licked. The view of her own semi sticky self, coating her delicate fingers wasn’t helping. Faint ruffles in the adjacent room was letting her know that her parents had started their morning routine. If she didn’t want to face them and spend.