MARRIAGE TRAP

THINK

That question is very misleading, and there is nothing Lyra can do to get rid of the sudden onset of vaginal discharge.

"Like the status of a wife is a guarantee if you have one or three lovers if you're tired of me."

"Why do I need a lover if my wife makes me satisfied?"

"It's the opposite."

"Do you doubt I can satisfy you?"

Lyra deeply remembered how much the man was able to satisfy her. B***k, her body still reacts just by thinking about her response to Romy's touch.

Romy smiles as he drives his car down the main highway to Lyra's apartment. Lyra focused her attention on the windshield of the car, noticing traffic jams, rows of trees along the road.

It was such a relief when Romy turned into my apartment lobby and pulled over the car and stopped.

Lyra's hand was about to untie her seatbelt, and her breath was stuck in her throat as she grabbed the door handle, and found Romy's hand clutching her face.

The man was very close, too close.

"What's...."

"It."

There was no time to protest as Romy's lips kissed her in a slow, seductive kiss that tore Lyra's whole resolve apart and crushed her.

A moment Lyra forgot everything except the man's taste and stinging sensation that shook her whole body.

Lyra felt that Romy's thumb was stroking her jawline, feeling an increasing pressure on her lips, and she gave up a wonderful passion in the man's touch.

Until Lyra's common sense returns and Lyra jerks her body away from Romy, Romy's dark eyes sparkle among the light reflected from the street lights.

Lyra searched the door handle, and Romy let her go, waiting until she had gotten into the lobby of her apartment.

Lyra barely noticed the elevator moving quickly until it stopped on the floor. He muttered as he searched for the key and put it into the hole.

For God's sake what's wrong with him?

Lyra took off her shoes and jacket, headed for the kitchen to make a bitter cup of coffee, then placed it on the table, opened her leather bag and turned her attention to assessing her student's duties.

After midnight when he crept into bed and turned off the lights, he felt sure his brain was too busy to fall asleep quickly.

But it turns out he was wrong, and the next thing he remembers is waking up when the morning light penetrates the bedroom window.

The next day began with a work that did not stop, so as to make sure Lyra woke up late, dressed in a hurry, picked up bananas to eat on the way to school in the northern suburb of Bagia.

Traffic was very crowded, and as usual it was delayed at a crossroads controlled by a computer.

As a result Lyra only took a few minutes before the doorbell. Not the ideal way to start the day.

Worse, some of the vandals in his class are like jerks to create a distraction to test this new teacher.

Okay, so the English classics didn't manage to stir up their attention, despite Lyra's efforts to show modern comparisons, and this morning was the morning when the male hormones of trstosterone were competing with the female hormones in an attempt to win the funniest joke.

"So, who's Will Shakespeare? And what does a person's death have to do with us?"

"yeah. And what is a sonnet with a stanza?"

"We really care?"

Trying to explain that famous works are such an important part of literary history is unlikely to work.

"Bono, well that's great."

"Ice, Snoop Dogg." a voice added.

"Guil."

"Yeah" the other voice simultaneously supported, and Lyra recited a strange idiom so easily that it surprised them.

Always being prepared is a motto that must always be followed when things do not work out.