"What", I questik her directly. Okay, she is sleeping, so it may be a little selffish to use that state as an instrument for your own curiosity. Legitim is a other way to not explain the whole cause, but I need to go on with my lowly love-life.

"Lucifer, oh it feels so damn good. Do it again!" I am asking her the same again.
"Ooh, I can't any more. Please, you are tormenting me with your dast pleasures."
Oh my god, I have sex with her in her dream. Pretty grotesque, if you want my opinion.
"What do you want me to do?", waiting for her order.
Even if I were knowing, it is going suprisingly fast. "To go away and never again stalking a woman! Have you never heard of privacy? It contains a human alone in a room without anybody to watch her sleeping! Please, do me a favour and go out! You are not wished here. "
As a aspect to understand me more, a pillow is landing in my stunned face. She is a really good actor, maybe we should exercise in other disciplines, too? Something without privacy?

"Of course my darling, but very soon you are my wife and can't push me out of your room. Actually it is my room, for further information."

Yeah, I am a badass. Really, I will ve a whimp by the end of the week. Truly, that is no warning. A woman can easily take me as a slave, if somebody heard about my small words against Veronica.

"So, my little mate. Want you agree with my proposal or should I do it in the common way? Society would prove it as a wonderful idea for their magazines. You would be a glamour girl for the next month. Hm? Why is your mouth open?"

She let her breath go out. "Are you right in your mind? You never loved someone and takes her feelings seriously? You are no chameur. You are an idiot!"
That takes me a step back. Ooh, it hurts so much. I can't hold it as I am laughing at the hardest. Oh my god, what have I done? A witch as a wife. I am dead a second time at the end of the year, if I can live so long.

"Urgh, you are impossible!" "You mean: Impossible handsome. A real goddess. Yes, I am!" She stands up to her feet and comes to me. I tower over her fragil, but musculos body, like the eifle tower in Paris. Not in her.
"No, I do not take you as my husband. That's final. Amen."
"Really? Look into my eyes, my beauty!" As she stares into my eyes, she opens her mouth like a fish.
"So my lady, want you be my wife?"
"Yes, of course, my darling. Everything for you!"
"So in a week, we are marrying. Until I must take handcuffs on your lovely wrists."
"Everything for you." I do as she wants me to do.
I let her mind go free and she shouts after me. "What have you done?" Anger is on her features.