No one could or would give me any objective information on my condition and all subjective information indicated I was going downhill with no way to s...ow it down. Well, the subjective information was correct to a point, My speech is deteriorating slowly, but it is my mental and emotional state that was going to hell in a hand basket due to the physical pain and all the stress from the fallout of being sick.Now, that I know what to target I can devise strategies including counseling to heal. I. Your hand kept traveling when you were driving. At some of the red lights you were texting me just how bad you were going to fuck me when I got home. Some of them you had kept asking what to buy me or do to me to reward me for my outstanding performance at the party. (He's been with me 16 years. We share an Amazon account. I have a whole list of jewelry and gift ideas. I'm also overly fond of floral arrangements or any flowers in general. He knows what to get me). I'm not materialistic,. He's having a really hard timegetting a job," she added."What's that got to do with you?" Samantha asked peering at Juliaintently. "If anything, he should be thrilled that more money will becoming in, excited that you're career is taking off," Samantha said witha sour tone. "He should be happy for you and happy that you'resupporting the family. And, if you think about it, I'm sure he wouldn'thave any problem at all if you were the one out of work and he wasgetting a promotion." Probably not,". A week later he had taken her to the same place again. That second time they had fucked like rabbits in the hot sand. Her phone beeped. Tom had sent a message, “On my way home. Love you.” She knew he would be there in thirty minutes. She opened her laptop again and went straight to their adultism account. She read the latest comments. “I would so like to lick that pussy.” And, “I just came in my pants at the office, thanks.” She imagined a random guy sitting in an office massaging his crotch.