“I could have sworn it was worse last night.”“What about my head though? It still hurts like a bitch.” He pointed at his temples. “It feels ...like there’s a bag of broken glass behind my eyes.”“Considering you mouthed off to the faerie queen, you’re lucky you still have those eyes.” Zel shuddered. “I’m just glad you came back in one piece.”“Me too. Do I need these anymore?” He held up some fresh bandages.“No. I just have some stuff I want to put on there to prevent infections, so don’t take a. "First Sergeant Davis didn't respond, figuring, correctly, that her heart wasn't really in it. If she'd really wanted to fight, she'd have let him have it between the eyes as he walked through the door. With a silent sigh he wondered how much longer it was going to be until she stopped torturing him personally, and started using a lawyer.Tonight was different, though, he sensed. She sat down at the table with him, a pair of beers in her hand. "Remember when you came home and it was all we could. Because, that is all life really is, a dense, fascinating, hard felt ride through waves of deepening and transforming self understandings and realities. We are made of many many things in life as we move through it. And, in the end, if there is an end, all we have is what we have done or wish we had done. All the words in the world can only lead to something that makes us feel. Feel numb or alone or hurt or weak or insane or wild or violent or frozen or terrified or secure or deeply loved or. "Make her come," my husband said and the guy started to pick up the pace. I craned my neck up to kiss him and concentrated on the feeling of my pussy being filled, and then my body was shaking as I came. The guy paused inside me until my orgasm was finished. I was expecting him to start thrusting again, but instead he slowly withdrew."What?" I asked"Just wait," my husband replied.The bed moved as the guy got off, and then there was the weight of a body moving to join me again. I kept my hands.