The last thing that needed to happen was for Valerie Martin to wake up in bed with me ... and my hardon.I waited until her breathing slowed. It seemed...to take forever.Finally I thought she was asleep.I moved, preparing to drag my arm out from under her and escape.Her left hand slid over my shoulder and pulled. Her left leg moved farther on top of my legs, and her knee slid right up against my erection.I froze.And, as I waited for her to fall more deeply asleep, so I could try again...I drifted. She was just tired. She seemed to be tired all the time after that. So tired she just stopped having sex with me. Months pass and I finally see her attitude pick up and a smile on her face. I was thinking that maybe that evening I’d be getting lucky but close to the end of the Friday work day she sent me a text and asked if it would be ok if she went out for drinks with some of the girls from work. Sure, why not was my response. “I love you and I’ll see you when you get home.” She giggled and. I NEVER swear, I hate swearing."You only seem to come home at lunchtime when Victoria is here. You always get excited when she has been. And today you flirted with her like I wasn't in the room. So tell me please, just who the hell's ass where you fucking down the stairs?"I was shaking with rage, it didn't start that way but the issue was obviously burning in me more than I thought.Mike looked like he was in the headlights of a speeding train. He stood mouth agape for what felt like ages, his. Let's get to business."He clenched his right hand, revealing a guns – and - roses glowing motif. Jenny heard Catherine's voice moan in pleasure from inside a small, dark room, not unlike a broom closet. Her hand came into view, clutching the door frame. Jennie saw black fingernails, and immediately knew that British fucker had done something to Catherine too. And indeed, the woman that appeared was Catherine only in body language.Jennie's jaw dropped. The plain, sober figure that was her friend.