’ ‘When is the performance?’ wondered Alice. ‘It starts in just two months time, but we’ve not even started the rehearsals. I’ve got the... script though. It’s mostly the original Shakespeare, but there’s a lot more sex in it and some of the boring bits have been taken out. I’ve seen the costume I’ve got to wear and it’s really groovy. It’s meant to be authentic Celtic – and as we know these Celts didn’t wear much, especially when they were fighting. It’s just a head-dress, boots and a sort of. On a few occasions I had been aware of my husband’s organ oozing this disgusting liquid but I almost never touched or even looked at his sex organ. I did not think much of the male sex organ. They were a necessary evil. They were ugly and smelly and unpleasant and I always thought that it was a terrible mistake that they were a necessary part of procreation. Now I was on my knees in front of this depraved young black man and his organ was only inches from my face. I became aware of the. He stands and welcomes my embrace. I feel his tears blending with the tears running down my cheeks. I have never felt a love like his and I answer with absolute certainty."I love you. I choose you."~~~I awaken the next morning to find him watching me. "Don't you sleep?"He chuckles, "Yes, but not as much as you, my love. And I am happy because I love watching you sleep, wondering what dreams you dream."I look over to see the doors to the balcony open. The sun casts its rays about the room,. Her knees wobbled, and she had to use the side of the couch to steady herself in order to get on her feet. I turned her shoulders until she was facing my bedroom and I pointed to the door. "Walk," I let her know exactly which way to go. I followed closely behind as her hands touched the walls the entire way, still trying to steady herself. The poor girl could barely move without assistance. As we got into the room, she found the bed and collapsed face first. My erect cock wasn't through with.