It seemed just like she said. It did not affect anything at all. I had no second thoughts and I hoped she did not either. I mean, how on earth could I... expect to be in a relationship with anyone any prettier, smarter or with any more self-confidence than Meredith.Our sex was more traditional for the next couple of weeks. I guess the excitement of being married took over for a while. As we returned more to normal, we began moving toward the more erotic side of our relationship. I loved the fact. Like hunters with their prized catch, stomping through the thick uncut grass, they arrive at the pyre. Raising Saim off their aching shoulders, they place each end of the scaffold pole onto the metal A-frame straddling the pile of petrol soaked coals and wood.With his head hanging down, Saim believed that Dan would not give him such a horrendous end. In his mind, he knew that Dan understood the implications of this act and he was convinced it was just that, an act, and his confidence grew."How. . but ... but ... most times, but ... but ... but is a Harley that won't start." I give," Ed held up his hands. "Where did you put us?" Just like a man ... even with direction ... he's lost." I'll have you know I have been known to ask a woman ... other than my wife ... where I was. Her directions had me on the wrong side of the Tennessee River waiting for the last ferry. It had already run." I'll bet the last time you asked your mother what was wrong with you, she didn't have time to tell. I could see nothing.“Mr. Benson said. “Look closer.”By now my head was practically under the dog and the only thing I could see was a bunch of hair and the dog’s penis, of which the pink tip was just beginning to peek out.“You want to know what kind of dog it is?” Mr. B asked.I nodded.“It’s a male dog.”“I know that.” I said. “I can see its dick, but what kind is it.” I insisted.“The only kind that matters, a male.”“Why is that the only kind that matters?” I asked.“Because,” Mr. Benson patiently.