But Dave is my husband." And we wanted Carlita to be your wife ... as you were married, it was as it was supposed to be. But that day on the boat, whe...n we all ... Dave, I could be your wife, too." But Pat..." If Pat and I could get married, I think maybe we would have, maybe not. I am still nervous about that idea. I'm not a very good lesbian, and to tell you the truth, Pat wasn't either, not with a plastic dong named 'Dave'. But we wanted to be VERY close..." I was not sure I could do that,. Your family, and especially your wife and children, are unlikely to be permitted to see you again for fear that you may corrupt them. And if they should, then they would be executed by whatever barbaric rites, such as crucifixion, electrocution or stoning, that your society practises." You are using idle threats," said Isaac, who nevertheless felt rather uneasy after having been presented with this all too plausible scenario. "I have been blameless. Even though our mission has not so far been. "I can do most of the internal examination on the computer, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to do a very quick cavity inspection to check the state of your prostate."I closed my eyes and nodded. She went on, "it's good that you're still quite young, you know."Good for whom, I wondered."Your body will be more tolerant to the therapy.." she tailed off, concentrating on the screen for a moment."What exactly is the therapy to entail?" I asked pointedly, sick of the magical mystery tour.Dwyer. He was always smartly-dressed and smelled nice. I liked to think he'd made the effort for me.His trousers felt itchy on my bare crotch and his skinny hands on my thigh and waist felt comforting and warm. He smelt of Old Spice, Brylcreem and faintly of cider. I snuggled into his shirt and felt calm at last."Hungry?" he asked me, his dark eyes burning into me. "So much so!" I answered, lowering my gaze to his hand on my thigh as it slid upwards to my pussy-which had gotten some hair on it over.