You don’t want to be alone. You’re weak. You need a man. You want to belong to a man. If your man was with you, you never would have found yoursel...f in this position.“Bullshit!” she managed. Mentioning Peter restored her rage. “Peter's fault. All his fault!”“Oh no, Valerie. Peter was just looking out for your best interests. He knows that you’re weak. We all know it. You're the only one that doesn’t realize it.”{“No....I’m...I'm strong...” she said weakly.Valerie, Valerie, Valerie,:” said Mr.. "You sure you don't want a massage?" I asked her, "No charge, and I got my bag in the car."Mom looked at me with a smile, "No, charge?" Nope, it's on the house." Why not?" She replied, "This wine isn't doing it."I dashed out to my car and got my little bag full of massage oils and lotions etc. I carried it around still and had used it when Tami had been teaching me."So where are we going to do this?" I asked mom, "We need someplace flat and off the floor." My bed, I guess, is the only place,". To her, PLATO didn’t look like the most advanced artificial intelligence computer ever created. He looked more like a large glob of old Jello sitting on a small plate under dirty water. Hundreds, if not thousands, of extremely small wires connected to the plate and formed a thick cable that went through the thick, concrete wall and then through the wooden walls to the control room with its bank of computers and, of course, to the console where Marcella currently sat.Marcella saw the true PLATO. Their pelvises began to grind against each other as the sexual energy grew steadily into a raging inferno of lust. I could feel my own erection straining forward as I watched my wife in the arms of another man. The unexpected rush of jealousy filled my mind, but it was no match for the sexual heat that overwhelmed me like a tidal wave of raw emotions. I tried to fight the dark urges and desires that soared through my soul. But it was no use. I couldn’t turn my head away from the drama being.