We’ve visited each other a bunch of times. We send each other gifts. I haven’t ever been with anyone but you. What the hell do you THINK I want? Y...ou can’t be THAT stupid!”“Then why wouldn’t you say it to me last summer?”“Because you are, as your sister used to call you, a dumb boy. If I told you that last summer, you’d have gone right out to a jeweler for rings, and asked me to marry you because you felt guilty. I don’t want you because you feel guilty, you stupid, stupid man!”She was as angry. During bathing, she poked her fingers inside every hole on her body. She turned round about 4 times. It was an 18 minutes video… From then that video was like food to me. I watch it during waking up, at noon time, at tea time and before sleeping.Every time I watched it, it gave me a different pleasure. It may be because I made it by myself. I never got bored by watching it so many times… Things were going like this, everything was normal between me and her. One evening, as usual, I was sitting. I could just cry right now, thinking aboutit. That first horrible day comes back to me like it happenedyesterday, with all the pain and humiliation stabbing me in the breastlike Ophelia's dagger--or was that dagger somebody else's, what's-his-name, the black guy who stabbed her? He didn't? He did? Well,whatever.The beginning of the end came when I was working in my office and thephone rang. It was a call from Michelle. "It's Michelle Cleaver. Doyou remember me?" she asked sweetly.It took. I started to rummage through the bags, and took a few tops out to try on. A thought came to my head. I was wearing my favorite purple and black lace, push-up bra that did wonders for my breasts. Maybe I should see what Hank thought of it. I slowly lifted my shirt over my head and turned around, facing my hubby’s now wide-eyed friend. "Holy crap," I heard him say. "You like?" I said with a smirk. He remained quiet, but his eyes were glued to my breasts. “Would you like to see more of them and to.