I will go and shower now if you dont mind. Go ahead and take a quick scrub of yourself. I think that it will do you much more good. I am about to get ...aging and provoked up. I dont care about anything anymore. I wonder if we will even have sex tonight. I have exclusively thirty-one days to make a child or son with himnot more, not less than this. If I will not be shrewd and ingenious here, I wont ever get pregnant with him. I honestly and seriously do mean it. While Preston is off there. I pretended to be the perfect husband but in truth and fact, I was scum. That was my burden, and I lived it every day.When my cheating was over, I still lived it. At birthdays and Christmas, at Easter, on Our Anniversary, I felt like I was shit but I put on a happy face. It was my burden, not hers.At times I wished she had cheated too, so she would not have been so perfect. Hell I hope she did and kept it from me, or even left me a letter saying she knew all about it and with whom, and spent. “oh uhh... really?...no, I can't say I ever read something like that.”“well I like it, granted I only picked it up because it's written in French and I like how the words feel. I guess that's why girls like the French language so much, it gives lots of fun uses for the tongue.” “*gulp*” I couldn’t believe it. here I was dragged to this forsaken mansion wandering around for hours to eventually find this... extremely HOT girl talking to me about books and sex. I knew this was some sort of. I decided to add eight large fans to keep the air moving around under the big tent.Then the guy won me over; he showed me a picture of a couple in front of what could have been a minister. They were standing on a raised platform with a trellis of flowers behind it. Oh yeah, I have to get flowers. Anyway, it was really neat. There was a second picture with the bride tossing her bouquet and then a third photo of the couple with the lady sitting on a chair and the guy tossing the garter. I had to.