Death hated me. I know that Death hated me, because that beeping machine followed me here.Wherever here was, was where that damned beeping thing turne...d up.But then again, if I was hearing that blasted beep, then I was no longer dead. Aliveness had replaced my dead-li-ness, and I knew that consciousness usually followed the sound of the beeping machine.So...I relaxed and concentrated on noises other than that torturous beeping machine... ... and heard all about how I died..."America mourns again. "Don't you think that you are being just a little unreasonable?" No I don't. Actually I'm quite proud of the way I handled it. I didn't get violent at all." You had no reason to get violent and you had no reason to lock me out of the house. I didn't do anything. All I did was try to see if I could jog something that would get you back in operation. I was desperate baby. Fourteen months with no sex was killing me. Maybe what I tried to do seems a little drastic too you, but I swear to you honey,. It was because I hadn't masturbated in several days, I had wanted to yesterday morning but I missed my opportunity due to poor planning, and had to head out for the day.In the afternoon I made the mistake of texting one of my subs, who os rather high maintenance, but like all high maintenance machines when put to actual work, when he gets "down" to his purpose for being in my periodic company, 9 times out of 10 he makes up for all the hardship. It is this most excellent service that keeps me. He works with my husband since 8 years and very loyal and friendly to him. he is 26 years of age and un married. he calls me bhabhi and he got friendly to me. he used to come home for helping me in bringing me provisions etc., and as i dont know how to ride a bike he used to take me out for shopping etc when ever my husband is busy or so. i went with him on bike many times and i was sitting close to him on the bike, thought i have not caught him or so and nothing wrong was between us( i did not.