’ ‘I understand, sir,’ said Kelly, ‘but I haven’t had a chance to discuss that with her yet.’ Michelle kept her voice deceptively casual. ...��If you don’t mind my asking,’ she said, ‘am I understanding correctly that there’s a problem with my, ah, hair color?’ Kelly held up her hand. ‘Please, Michelle, don’t misunderstand. Dr. Street is well aware that hair color has no bearing on ability. However, this *is* Blonde Concepts, and it would hardly be appropriate to have our marketing and PR. No, Stella wouldn't? Christ, we have been married nearly twenty-five bloody years. Stella loves me. And the children. She wouldn't, would she? But it would explain that bloody bottle of Asda tomato Ketchup. No, come on. This is bloody stupid. What the hell was making my mind even think it? But it did think it. The bloody thoughts wouldn't go away. Damn, I had to know but how was I going to find out?All afternoon it played on my mind. I got home from work and whilst Stella prepared our evening. Me: No there is another problemS: What?Me: I will walk naked to the bathroom after masturbating. I can’t wear anything with the sperms in my hand.S: Okay no problem I will be in the hall watching TV.Me: OkayAll this time she was only in her towel. I saw her getting aroused her boobs started to get erect. Then I went inside the bedroom but intentionally I didn’t close it. I was expecting something. I removed my shorts laid naked in the bed. I started to read the iss stories and stroked myself.I. " his voice was soft, and I remembered meeting him once, a big bear of a man, who kept order with his fists, a man amongst men if you like, but a man who cried like a baby as he held his baby daughter in one great paw. It had been at her christening that we'd met and I'll never forget that moment."I made this, look at her, just look at her, the most beautiful baby in the world, and I fucking made it."The vicar had coughed politely and my uncle John had led him outside for yet another wee dram.