I woke up in a strange but familiar room. It took a second for me to realize that it was my apartment but that it was decorated differently. Actually ...the difference was that my bedroom had decorations. There were pictures on the wall, nice little frills on the curtains, and pretty knick-knacks on the dressers. There were two dressers. That was a big difference.I turned my head to my right and Kim slept peacefully next to me. She was so beautiful. We were both 25 and married three years, right. Her legs were spread wide open and were wrapped around some young biker thug who was on top of her pounding her pussy. This guy could not have been more than 20 but he was huge, with a body builder’s physique, long hair and tattoos all over his body. On his forearm was tattooed his name “Dale”. I couldn’t believe what I heard and saw next, Dale said to my Cougar wife “where’s the lube and some rubbers, I want your ass”. She replied “there on the TV stand” as he got off of her and went to get. “So,” I began, “do you want to tell our tale or should I?”“Well, lord knows you’re the renowned writer and would probably use better words than me. But as the female in the story, I want to tell it.”“Emma, honey,” Kate began softly, “it’s not that complicated. As you know, I’m about eighteen months older than your uncle, which made him the baby of the family. When we were teens, Steve was a skinny guy, tall and lanky, who got picked on a lot at school.”I saw Em’s eyes widen as she looked at the. Janne’s parents were all for it, and Dad was dead so he had no opinion but Mom was less than enthused that I was marrying Janne, who she had always refused to refer to as my partner, calling him my friend and asking me why I wasn’t dating my friend Anette, the lead singer from Nightwish., and why wasn’t I a good little straight boy like my brother.I finally responded by saying, “Mother, I love Janne and someday I will marry him. You don’t tell me who to love. I didn’t tell you not to marry Sami.