" What do you think he'd say to that?" I ... I think he'd say that over time the fear will disappear when I realise that we are never going to be apar...t for long."Frances nodded. "Go on."Victoria looked blankly at her."About not being able to show him all your love," Frances prompted.Victoria pondered. "I don't know," she said eventually."I'll make a guess," said Frances. "He'll say 'That makes two of us'" Really?" Yes, darling. He was pretty piano at lunch yesterday but whenever we talked about. A whisper escapes your mouth. "Please, what are you...," but the sentence is rudely interrupted by the muffling effect of my balls in your mouth (another of your specific requests; clearly, you've been reading). Tying back your arms, I grunt with satisfaction at the tonguing you lavish on my nuts. Feeling generous, I reach behind and grip your breasts hard, stretching and pulling to hear a moan escape from your busy mouth. "First things first," I whisper, as I suddenly disappear, leaving you. Married life might have more bumps for her -- she found that Stu ate much more than she had expected -- but it had its delights, as well. Then the checks for their joint account finally arrived in the mail.“Look,” Stu said, “I don’t want to put you on an allowance or anything, but could you tell me, in advance, when you’re going to write more than $2,000 a month in checks.”“Stu, I can’t manage on that.” The mortgage for the conversion, alone, was more than that. Technically, that wasn’t a. My intruder was at the sink. I moved the bottom step and craned my head to see around the kitchen doorframe… and there he was. Noisy bastard was washing his hands… of blood. My blood. He stood nearly as tall as me, and was wearing torn blue jeans and a bloody sweatshirt. I swear– you’ve never quite had the cold chills until you see someone actually wearing about two pints of your own blood. Creepy as hell. Oh, and Mr. Original was wearing a black ski mask to complete his criminal ensemble. I.