I thought for a moment and stated like a wise old man: »I like the touch but I don't like the man!« Cub thought for a while before he said: »I felt... exactly the same as you last year, but I have come to appreciate tenderness and affection - in whatever shape or form it comes in. When I'm grown up I will have wife and c***dren and responsibility, but for now I just want to feel liked!« This bold statement took me a while to chew through, it had merit! But there was a huge toad blocking my throat,. "Wow." she said with her mouth still full, "This is great!"I had never seen my wife "snarf" a sandwich before, but that one had the stuffing snarfed out of it. It was a success. I had my masterpiece. I had made an end of my Sistine Chapel work. I had finished my "Big Dig". It was the seventh day. I rested.As we were getting ready for bed that evening, my wife informed me that she would like to take some of that sandwich to work with her for their upcoming potluck. It wasn't a big deal to make,. . shock that they were actually doing this, the pressure of living up to the promise of an unlikely fantasy, and especially the unfamiliar feeling of a man on top of (and inside) her. He varied the speed and depth of his thrusts, but it was clear that there was a resilient mental barrier between their joining and her release. Eventually, she sighed.“I’m sorry, Luke. I know exactly what you’re thinking, and you’re right. The problem is that I’m not quite relaxed enough to get past the idea of. Lyla had never acted like this before, always strong and self assured around him. ‘Promise. I’ll be back Lyla. If you need anything, call Michael. I’ll email you and call as soon as I can okay?’ She nodded and planted another soft kiss on his lips as he slung his bag over a shoulder, giving her hand a small squeeze before finally stepping briskly down the porch steps to the waiting cab. Clutching her robe tightly to her body, she gave him a half hearted wave as the brightly colored cab slowly.