This will sound weird but if it wasn’t for the car accident, I don’t know if I’d be here right now.”Abby’s forehead furrowed.“What?”“H...ar me out, the picture of you that was sent to me. I saw that before I talked with Allen about you. I saw that picture and figured we were over. Allen called shortly after that. I answered and came to see you as fast as I could. I called Allen several times each day. Now, if you hadn’t been in that accident, I don’t come to see you. I don’t answer if you call. I held the towel to cover the front of my body but he only looked for a few moments and said, "Dinner will be here in thirty minutes."I barely had time to put a brush through my hair before a gong sounded twice from downstairs. Dinner was served. Wrapping the dressing gown tightly around me, I hurried down, knowing he wouldn't want to be kept waiting. Fully expecting to find hot aluminium trays with cardboard lids and sachets of sauces on the table, it was a complete shock to find the food in. I’m kind of surprised that you didn’t seek him out, but evidently you see me as your meal ticket, your protector, and your servant, and you can’t give that up. Well, I’m not your slave, not your butler, not your ATM, and not your cuckold, henpecked wimp, to put up with your crap anymore.“You really think that I didn’t pick up on your interest in Lewis, either? Lucky for him, he’s gay. That alone should spare him a lot of grief, at least with you. You really don’t have any powers of observation.. I could literally feel the cunt juice running down my leg and even the sensations from walking seemed as if it would lead me to an orgasm.As I swiped my access card in the security device at our apartment complex, another woman walked out of the interior door. She looked at me strangely as I went in, but I didn’t slow down. Could she tell what was on my face? I doubt it. It had been raining most of the evening, and I believed anyone seeing me would have thought I had come in from being in the.