Or flowers. Or a note. That’s really all it takes.”She threw one leg over me and I felt soft pubic hair on my hip. She was really pushing the edge... of the envelope.“I’ve never done much of that, really. It’s good advice.”“You also need to just go with the flow more. You try too hard to plan things out. Sometimes, being spontaneous and doing something random is the best thing to do,” she said, tracing a line down my chest and stomach with her finger.“You’re playing with fire, Katy,” I warned,. I do it by habit now. 100 strokes per day was thecompulsory minimum.I hear a noise and he enters the room. My jailer. My tormentor. Myhusband.He rummages in his sock drawer, and then he sidles over. I deliberatelyavoid looking at him in the mirror. He pushes hair away from my neckand kisses me there. I lean my head away to give him more to kiss.What can I do? He owns my neck. He owns me."You'd better not leave a mark," I say. It is about as close to acommand as I can give."Can I brush. He ran the fingers of his right hand through Sheela's hair as they kissed. Sheela wrapped her arm around Tony's waist pressing her hand between his pelvis and hers. She could feel his bulge continuing to grow as she squeezed it. Tony slid his hands down until they were rubbing Sheela's buttocks.When they stopped for breath, Tony whispered, "Sheela darling I've wanted you for so long." I want you too Tony dear. Why did you never say? Let's go up to my bedroom," Sheela suggested."Lead the way,". Shouldn't he be on his way to his next trophy? Well, great. I guess he needed to gloat. And show off, of course.It took me a while to understand that the letter was addressed to me. Well, you know, being called a wimp needs some getting used to."Dear wimp,("Nice start and after some consideration, yes very to the point.")Don't feel too sorry for yourself. Believe me, you are no exception. They are all liars and cheaters.I have seen them, smelled them, screwed them. I fucked them, the blondes.