"Jane — are you going to come home one day with a baby in the oven?"She looked at me seriously. "Why do you say that?" I smell you when you come bac... on Sunday or Monday. You smell of having sex and nobody would work that number of hours without a break to get home. You know that I love you. Tell me the truth about your work."Jane started to cry now and I just continued to caress her head. It was almost ten minutes later that she said, "Welfare gives us some money because of my condition and. Two of the strange men stepped forward and from their own pockets produced pairs of scissors, then quickly they cut the sides of her panties and laughed as the material fell to the floor revealing Jenny's freshly shaven cunt to everyone's gaze. No matter what Jenny did she just could not close her legs enough to hide her cunt and to be honest even that was the least of her worries as one of the ladies step forward and quickly reached behind Jenny and unzipped the satin Basque. In an instant. I would like to enjoy some of my days off. I told her I’ll follow up this time and I will. She gave me my life back. I have no reason not to trust her.She also said she thinks we can get to the point where I won’t need the shades and ear protection if we keep working on it. Yay on that! On the speech issue, she’s says at this point there’s at least two separate medical things going on. The migraine and something else and she’s not sure what the other thing is yet. Anxiety makes it worse as it. What else would you logically expect? Married to a very attractive young girl many years my junior, neither "Farmville" or "Twitter" were ever likely to satisfy the libido. All of which brings us back to Christmas Eve 2009."I've had a fantasy," she giggled, hunched-up against the pillows that night – presumably having stacked up all my presents under the tree – I hadn't checked yet."Yeah?" I replied, "You want to see me wash-up, dressed like Lady Gaga?" Interesting thought," she said, "But no,.