With a rush of speed, a blur if it were and you stand there with the wife in what once was a pasture scene. Looking around there stands horses, cattle, and goats all grazing together in the wide open pasture of many years long gone.
Hand in hand you take the wife to walking about in time and space.
The herd of Haflinger ponies graze contently nearby. You move closer to them as they are your real intent for sensual delight.
Opposed to your sensual dream of equine delight the recently satyr infected wife pulls you toward a small herd of nannies following a billy goat.
Zig and zagging over the green pasture the two of you have your own ideas of what heaven should be like.
"Stop, stop this tugging me to be by the goats!" you yell out feeling the confusion of the moment.
"Here, over here, says the wife as with one hard yank to your wrist she wants you to come ever so close to the goats.
"Dear, dear don't do thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!" you say as your grips part and she falls backward through......