With about an hour to kill, we drove over to the sex shop to make the purchases that we had spoke about that afternoon. The streets were largely deser...ted. This got us thinking that maybe the community was a little on edge after the murder-suicide events in the nearby village earlier in the day.The shop was empty except for the shop assistant, and we took our time in selecting our sex toys. We had decided on purchasing a set of butt plugs, each one slightly larger than the other. Lea wanted me. I jumped awake still trapped in the tight crevasse. Light flooded in through the crack. My father had returned. My dream spilled off of me as I gazed out into his study. I caught sight of his dark boots marching across the room. Then he sat down heavily at his desk. A drawer opened and then slammed shut.He sounded... angry? Worried? I wished he would talk to himself, let me know what he was thinking. Instead... he began writing. The scratch of his quill filled the room. It was monotonous,. I was watching Monday Night Football when the doorbell rang. I hollered for Maggie to get it, but she must not have heard me. It rang twice more and then I got up to answer it, and then - boom - I was against the wall. I was surprised, sure, but I knew what it was all about as soon as I saw Mike walk in. Attracted by all the commotion Maggie came into the room and I damn near died of embarrassment; no makeup, her hair in curlers, wearing a ragged flannel nightgown and fuzzy pink slippers. To. She and I have had three wonderful kids. I can’t complain. The marriage has been good, he told himself. The sex, and then he stopped to answer her question. “Yeah, it has been a great marriage. I have no complaints whatsoever” he told her as he looked her way and smiled. The two leaned in to one another and at that point as they rocked as if they were two retired old fogies Mark and Tanya kissed one another on the lips. He looked at her. He stared into her eyes. She was still his one and only,.