It is what bimbos do, the exasperated wife reasoned. Her feelings were just as frayed today as they had been twenty years before when the pudgy, youth...ul intern ruined intimacy for the couple. “Bill, if only slutty women kept their hands off married men, all would be right with the world, wouldn’t it?” she whispered, her voice cracking with lamentation.He blushed. He knew she was right, but not wanting to complicate things further, he stayed quiet. Bill recognized; however, there was more to it. The doorbell rang and startled her.Sighing from not being able to even get a few minutes of masturbating in before being disturbed, she straightened her clothing and walked down the hallway to see who was at the door. She wasn’t expecting anyone, so she was surprised to see Connor standing there as she opened the door, holding a single rose and a black box. Smiling at him, she wasn’t sure what to say, so she took the items.“I wanted to apologize to you about yesterday…” Connor looked over. Then, fear grew in me that she might tell my parents about this. Then, I met her at the dining table and sat beside her. I slowly gathered some courage and whispered in her ears, “please don’t tell my parents about this”. She looked a bit confused, but then laughed and said me, “don’t worry bro, I won’t say this to anyone, but on one condition. You will have to give your pocket money to me every month. I was confused on hearing this. I was happy that she won’t leak the matter out, but was also. As a matter of fact, he hadn’t even proposed to her yet. He was hired because he was the best man for the job. He knows ranching, he is familiar, on a small scale, with farming, and he thinks like an engineer, with enough knowledge of engineering to follow Giuseppe’s technical talks.“That’s a long way of me saying: ‘I’m a planner’. That’s what I do, and that’s the way I think. I have interest in all of the operational areas of the Estancia plus a lot of others we haven’t even talked about.