"I went home and told my wife what had happened at the hospital. She was worried too. Nabila said she would make DaQuan some Moroccan cookies and we c...uld take them to him in the hospital to try to win him over. "Maybe he will show some compassion once he sees you have a family." Nabila said.The next day Nabila and I loaded into our car and made our way to the hospital to see DaQuan. As we entered his room I said, "DaQuan, this is my wife Nabila. Nabila made you some Moroccan cookies. They have. The first day of the week in the kingdom of Tarra was a holy day of obligation and so the temple was full of the faithful. The Most Blessed Mother was just finishing a sermon on the evils of male autonomy when the eternal flame behind her flared brightly. All present in the temple genuflected before the living flame as the Most Blessed Mother turned and addressed the living embodiment of their Goddess."Oh Blessed Goddess, we your children await," she proclaimed before joining the faithful in. His face lights up. “Quite the handshake technique there.”“Sorry. I’ve been really touchy feely lately.”He raises his hands in surrender. “No complaints here.”The bartender sets down a tray of shots before us then places a beer in front of me.“Uh, excuse me,” I blurt out, “I called in an order pickup. Name’s under Lena.”“It’ll check on that for you,” he says with a nod.I grab a shot. “Cheers, Blake.”“Cheers,” he says, clinking my glass.I down the shot, slam it on the counter, down the next one,. On talking to Mike, my hubby, he agreed to letting Frank see a little more of me, providing I could guarantee his discretion and that I didn't go too far (basically full sex was a no no!)I had decided I was going to make it obvious I was showing myself off in a blatant manner and see how things would progress from there.This is what happened just last week...I had bumped into Frank on the stairs again a week or so ago and had made a comment about going into town to do some shopping for a new.