Linda enthralled me from our very first date, yet she was always open about the woman she truly was, what she craved. And what she craved certainly wasn't me. Sure, I was a good man and, later, a good husband to her, but that didn't satisfy her. No, my Linda desired gryphons above all else, their endless lust and power. And who could really blame her? The intelligent beasts had far more to offer than a mere man ever could. And I would never pretend to either. As long as I could be with my love and share in her pleasure, what was there really to complain about? And me? Where did I come into the matter with her frequent gryphon liaisons? I was just along for her ride. I'd, after all, do anything to make my love happy and, truth me told, there was a certain pleasure in watching... But watching my wife beg for a gryphon's egg? That is another story entirely. This is that story.