That was my attitude, always has been. The wife relies on faith, love and peace. I thrive on being pissed off and stubbornly refusing to give the sati...sfaction of saying I can be broken. My father in law was a fighter, a tough SOB who once entered local strong man competitions in the seventies and eighties. He beat it in his colon. A year later he beat it in his kidney. Then his esophagus. His liver. One piece at a time. Losing some more quality of life each time, but still had life and my wife. He figured that Rachel might be his little sex toy for, oh, perhaps three- to six-months, maybe even a year.He wondered, as he always did prior to consummating his sexual conquest, how experienced Rachel would be when the time came. Not that it mattered — he would teach her what she didn't already know.Richard was always amazed at how many husbands refused to give their wives oral sex, even if they demanded it for themselves. What an epiphany it was the first time he would go down on a woman. I was a little black whore and I had always been a little black whore. I had just been waiting for someone to see the inner slut I was hiding and bring it out of me. At that moment, I was exactly where I was supposed to be. The only thing that was wrong was that I was fighting against myself and questioning my desire when my physical responses to the moment should have been enough to let me know what I needed.Suddenly, gazing into my own eyes in my reflection, my lips turned up in a happy smile. Subroto ma r buker opore mukh namie aanlo…ekta ston mukher modhye dhukie chuste suru korlo jore jore…r ekta haat die ba diker ston take dole dite laaglo…pagoler moton ma r buker mangsho Khuble khuble khete suru korlo….ma r chitakaro korte paarche na…du chokh bandho kore sue ache..nijeke sope diyeche or kachhe…majhe majhe gonganir moton sabdo korche. Dekhalm mayer mai duto aro boro haye jachhe .jokhon subroto ma r buke kamor bosache ba nokh bosie diche mangshe..tokhon ma uhh ahh kore uthchhilo.