I was not. Nancy and I had appeared very happy, had appeared to be the perfect loving couple. Couple … yes. Perfect … perhaps. Loving? Get real! I... am a very sexual, very sensual, and very bisexual man and why on earth I married a woman whose idea of sexual relations was a ten minute semi-annual event I will never know! After our son was born, the idea of sex was the furthest thing from her mind (sex was just for making babies she told me.) We disagreed, we argued, we went to counseling. I had. Taking my hands in hers she looked into my eyes and asked where I wanted a son or a daughter, I told her I wanted a son. Then I remembered a photo of Justin when he was about eight years old, curly blond hair and a naughty grin. A heat seemed to start in my womb, within seconds it was engulfing my body; I felt faint for a moment, then, found myself in Maria’s arms. Now I watched Vanessa’s naked body laid flat along the rock. In my mind I had heard the Lady of the Forest and Pool speak to her,. Her tongue was so demanding that she constantly had her mouth open, and she would kiss me in unexpected places when I least expected it.I guess the saving grace with Sam was that she had about the tightest cunt I had ever had the good fortune to use for my pleasure, and she was quite liberal in putting it out for me whenever we were alone with complete privacy. In a way, I figured I might even be a little bit in “love” with her because it bothered me to think about her dishing out her goodies. "Where were you born?" Buffalo, New York."Another lie. He was born in Bountiful, Utah. How much should I tell him? Ah, heck, we need him on our side. Let it all hang out."You're thirty-one, not thirty-two. You don't have a middle name, but you lied about your birthplace."His eyes widened, but being a skeptic, he still didn't believe me. He said, "The questions were too general, facts you could have discovered if..." All right. Make three statements of your own choosing. I'll tell you which.