" Please," he tried again, "is there any infidelity in your marriage?" Yes, both my son and daughter have stereo sets.We don't necessarily like the mu...sic, but we can't seem to do anything about it." Ma'am, does your husband ever beat you up?" Yes," she responded, "about twice a week he gets up earlier than I do."Finally, in frustration, the judge asked, "Lady, why do you want a divorce?"Oh, I don't want a divorce," she replied. "I've never wanted a divorce. My husband does. He said he can't. Val looked up at the sun for the tenth time this day. His skin was burnt, and his lips parched, but he felt he was doing better than might be expected. His slow, energy conserving pace was keeping the dizziness of heat exhaustion at bay. He remembered Olaf’s lessons in conserving water, and if anything his discipline in that regard was to err on the side of caution. Tomorrow, his skin would peel, and he would not sleep much at night. If he found shelter soon, he would not be sleeping at night. " Marcus rebutted, "What difference does that make. I only see a pretty girl in front of me and I want to dance with her." Standing he walked over to my side of the table and bowed deeply and said, "Madam, may I have the pleasure of this dance?" Reluctantly I stood and took his hand as he led me out onto the crowded dance floor in the Courtyard. I still had not mastered the heels because I was feeling the effects of the bourbon and almost fell on an uneven section of the outdoor stone dance. I followed the same route she did and finished kneeling before her clean shaven mound. My altar of sensuousness. She put her back into the corner of the shower and lifted one leg, placing her foot up on the side. I used both hands to spread her lips and expose her most tender and excitable flesh to my lips and tongue. I kissed her vulva and found her to be wet, open and waiting. Two then three fingers slid easily into her as her secretions lubricated their path. Her interior ridges begged to be.