I woke up yesterday thinking about that after a wicked dream. In the dream, TGB had a lover - a really, really pretty, light skindeded, black dude - and I caught them. As I am wont to do in real life when I am particularly angry or vindictive, I became very calm and walked away leaving them to just kind of wonder as I calculated my next move.
I ambushed the dude when he was alone, rendered him unconscious, tied him up and ball gagged him. When he woke up I took a dull saw to his left leg, half-way up the calf and his right arm just below the elbow. Then I stitched him up and nursed him back to health. We became sort of friends so when I reintroduced him to my wife he was actually very defensive of me.
I woke up feeling like I had watched a really good horror movie. And also a little scared of what I might be capable of.
Have a nice day.
|Here's a cute puppy.|