You want to see me naked. Some psychological battle this is, I’ve got you all figured out right from turn one.” “If I wanted to see you naked, t...hen I would’ve just dared you to take everything off,” Brian countered, rolling his eyes. “It was a probing question, I was even more interested in seeing what you’d do when given the choice. You try to seem all wild and daring, but when it came down to it, you played it safe and took off a sock.” “Oh-ho? Or maybe you really just didn’t have the guts to. I guess I am just a little out of shape for riding."I saw that indeed, the entire crotch of her jeans were a darker shade of blue than the legs were. I am such a gentleman, told myself, I am not going to say a word about that girl's wet pants.When she said she was ready, I took off running again, and she stayed close behind. It was exhilarating to be sure, and the wind blowing through her hair and the excitement of the ride made her all the more beautiful to me. I decided we needed to stop. .I called you a fucking SLUT because you acted like one...my mommy is a SLUT who likes to show people her big fucking MOMMY SLUT TITS."==============================================================================="Ah fuck...can't believe...my cock is buried in a filthy SLUT'S pussy." Oooohhhh nnnooo...I'm not...not...like that...love you...not a..." Her pussy contracted around my young shaft in an attempt to force me into an act of procreation."Not a what? Say it...fucking say it or I'll. ' That is a large part of the problem, mere competence is not enough for my employers, or her. As Sharon advanced I stayed stuck in the mud in my work, stagnation set in with my writing, the few short stories I managed to get published were never reviewed in a good light.Her own self-importance escalated driving her already egotistical view of herself higher while her view of me diminished. In the fourth year of our marriage, she started to criticize me, nagging me with comments about.