From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.I postpone death by living, by suffering, by erro...r, by risking, by giving, by losing.We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself.Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat.Do not seek the because - in love there is no. “My wife is a whore. A disgusting slut who sells her body for money.” He grabbed me and pulled me past Leyla to thrust me at Todd. I didn’t fight him. My black hair swayed about my shoulders as I sucked in a deep breath, fear sweeping through me. “Apologize to him.“Yes, my Master,” I said, sucking in a deep breath. This was so humiliating. So embarrassing. I hated apologizing, and admitting I was wrong. “Mr. Myers, I am humbly sorry for blackmailing you and setting you up. I was a greedy sow. A. .. hide. She crept slowly to her closet. A few slight creaks on the old floorboards made her wince and hold her breath.She slipped into the closet, and closed the door. Just as she arranged the clothing in front of her, she heard the sound of measured footsteps on the stairs. They were not Boris's, and yet they seemed somehow familiar.Panic erased all further thought from her head.Valery was amazed at his luck. Besides being invited to the premises earlier in the evening, Boris had also already. It was definitely an invite to look at her ass. After that I thought to myself that sex was on that night even though it was our first date and even though there was no mention of sex that night. We didn’t even talk dirty.As soon as she came back, our thighs started touching underneath the table and they kept that way. Well although this didn’t mean anything it started to build the sexual tension. She started feeling my hand while rubbing her thighs with mine. Through this, the conversation.