The days just seemed to stretch on forever, but at the same time, seconds speeded by. When did each day of her life become a burden? As the days went on, Marie followed her regular schedule. Wake up at 6:00 am, make breakfast, wish her husband goodbye, clean the house and then just wait for her family to return, so she could do this all once again in the afternoon. Every night as she would go to sleep, she had a custom of giving her husband a massage. On the 15th of November, Marie woke up, knowing things would be different that day. The night before, Marie had a dream like no other she had experienced before. Well, that was the difference, she experienced this dream, instead of watching it. Marie woke up and thought of her dream. She remembered a hand, a man's hand, touching her legs. Slowly, the hand travelled up her legs, to her stomach and finally to her chest. There was smoke everywhere and when she tried to make out the man's face, her mind went blank and her heart stopped. The irregularity of the man's features were like no other. The skin was scaly and dry. So dry, it was obvious most of it had peeled away and the raw flesh was noticeable. His eyelids covered most of his eyes allowing the vibrant red of his flesh to be seen. He was an old man, that strangely enough resembled her husband. As far as Marie could remember, they had been having sex. "Fuck. That was probably the best sex I've ever had, and it wasn't even real." Thought Marie as she made breakfast for her husband. She examined him slowly and tried to recall the man from last night's dream. His skin so red, his eyes so black, and his grip so tight. Marie threw the plate on the table in front of her husband, the kids had already been sent to school. "What the hell are you doing?" Shouted Marie's husband. Marie closed all the doors and windows of the house, shut all the lights and curtains. She spread her legs and sat on her husband. An idea occurred to Marie and she followed her instinct. "What do you say we have a quickie?" She whispered. "Oh you whore, you good for nothing whore. If I wanted a whore I would have married your sister." Marie smiled and began to kiss her husband. She was able to seduce him and brought him upstairs to "Play a game". In a short while, Marie's husband was tied up to their bed completely naked. She got off the bed and opened his wardrobe. Befo