I did so, and sat on my lap. She was heavy of course, but I didn’t mind that. She kissed me, slipping her tongue in my mouth. My hand moved to her b...east, but she pushed it away. I looked at her and she smiled.“They’re feeling a bit full,” she said, looking down at her tits. “Perhaps you can help.”She undid the cup holding her left breast. The big nipple was pointing at me, inviting me. I sat with one arm around her belly, and put my face to the breast, taking the nipple in my mouth. I began to. I demanded that she give up her married name of Allen and that the child would not be named neither Ethan nor Allen. She would not sully my name. I wrote out a hefty check off my new bank account. I didn’t care that much. I knew freedom would be costly but freedom is what I coveted. Freedom from Susan, freedom from the marriage and freedom from hate. What I needed was a clear mind so my entire efforts to effect justice on Henry would be a total success. Time was not urgent to me. Success was. Man, what a lucky break this was. Maybe, she will even meet me. “OH GOD, I hope she will.” He sent her an email about the details. He wanted to be able to hold her, for real, instead of just in his dreams. He just could not wait for her email reply, so he picked up the phone and called her. "Hey doll, what do you have in mind to do for Valentine's Day?"“Not much, just watch television, surf the net, and just relax. I really do not have any reason to be celebrating Valentine’s Day. Why?". ”“Psshhh!” the air escaped my mouth derisively. “That dude couldn’t change a tire if you spotted him four lug nuts.”“I don’t need a tire change,” Mandy added wistfully.I rolled my eyes and checked Deedee for her reaction.“Jealous?” she smirked mirthfully.“Of him?” I asked incredulously, jerking a thumb back to where he had stood. “Hardly. That dude probably had a salad.”“Wanna bet?” Lexie leveled her gaze at me cooly.“Absolutely. What’s the bet?”“If I’m right, you owe me a favor. If you’re.