Studies have shown that women lie about sex, reducing partners, frequency, and cheating by about half of the real numbers. But the real numbers are cl...ose to men's. They have to be.Unfortunately for men, they never know when a woman will be in one of those 1% moods so they have evolved to be ever ready just in case she wants to get in his jeans to share his genes. Evolution favored the men who were always ready for that fickle female to choose him. That makes men seems like they cheat more, just. I heard a beep and then it was gone and I was back in my kitchen on my hands and knees, my father beside me trying to help hold me up. The pain faded and I whispered, "She's alive! Shannon's still alive! I have to go..."I tried to stand, and with my dad's help I finally made it to my feet. He steered me towards the living room and when I tried to turn forced me towards a chair, "You're not going anywhere like this. Now sit down for a minute and try to catch your breath. Allison, bring him a. .. Snickers?”You smirk and lunge at him. He grabs you, the Snickers goes flying, and your lips connect with passion. He closes the door to the freezer and pulls you in deeper to the kiss. Your skin is on fire and all you want to do is rip his clothes off. You try your best to control your urges but he has the same urges. He takes his shirt off while you take off your own. You both kiss and fiddle around with your pants and shoes. You both get those off and you’re left with your underwear. He. ”“But what about the cards, the locket, the dress? I didn’t dream them, I didn’t.” I was getting agitated.Eleanor held me close to her and kissed my forehead, my eyes, my lips. She stroked me. She turned me around so my back was to her and she enveloped me in her arms and nuzzled my neck. I could feel her untamed pubes against me, her leg against mine, her breasts. She kissed my neck. Her hands covered my breasts. She was warm, safe and, like a little child, reassured by the presence of her.