" Suddenly her eyes got very big as she looked at me and asked, "Did you mean what you said, did you really mean what you asked?" June, which part are...you asking me about?" All of it?" she said as she slowly took my hand in hers."Of course I meant it, I would not have said it otherwise."She stood and looked directly into my eyes, "Am I really yours? Do you really think I'm beautiful?"I was stunned. What the fuck is happening here? This woman should not be saying these things, no way, no shape,. I guess not in the year and four months before that, either. Probably not for years.Holding on to it for old times sake, I wondered? We are certainly a family of packrats.Mom worked 8:30 to 5:00, and was usually home just before six. I'd need more than two hours to figure the thing out, determined that it worked, and disassemble and pack it safely away. It hit me then that something was missing. The most important part, though nothing electrical or mechanical: no dildo was in the box.Hmmm, I. I was glad when the alarm clock woke me and I got up without her knowing . I dressed and went to work without her waking up ,and this time I was happy.I do have to admit I missed her morning blow job,but to her it was like getting her morning coffee, so she won't be happy. Since she has cheated on me three times it may be a wake up call that I may soon be gone. I have warned her with divorce if she cheated again,and she did. The only thing that may stop me is I have one son and she is pregnant. It's just...I got a call from a woman's magazine, and they offered me a commission to write an article on Spider-Girl. So I just thought, if you wouldn't mind, we could meet up with her a little sooner than we planned." That...that might not be such a good idea," Peter said quickly, cursing himself for not being more decisive. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw those eyes staring at him, a smile curling around those lips. He moved his gaze further away."Why not, Peter?" said the voice, in a.