. you can have me as your mistress as well as your ex-wife. Come on, Steve, mi corazon, this has gone on long enough, hasn’t it? How long will you h...ld to this holiness, righteousness, purity rubbish? Does that keep you warm on those abstinent nights as you chastely wait for marriage with Danielle?” Zoe urged her ex, who gulped and sat, disgusting Danielle’s boss, his pastor, and her priest.“This ... this won’t get the Vatican’s approval for an annulment, I can tell you that much. You and Zoe. I smile back and I am content. Julian remains asleep.We unload my boxes and clothes at the house first. Miriam and Eloise are expected later this afternoon. At Julian’s dorm we brave the frenzy of incoming freshmen, boxes, parents, a grandparent or two plus an assortment of siblings and welcoming upperclassmen, to reach Julian’s room with our own armfuls of stuff. José Luis, Julian’s roommate, is already there and unpacked. They’re pretty similar in build and appearance, and I know from their. We have our weekly quiz on Fridays. I do need to study a bit for that.”“Do that. Otherwise, no studying until Sunday. Catch up on Sunday afternoon if you need to. Doctor’s orders. Also, no alcohol, and absolutely no drugs.”“Come on, Doc,” I sighed. “Me?”“Yes, you. What exactly do you think it is that drives doctors to drink and abuse drugs? Owning a huge house, driving a Mercedes, having a wife and kids, and a gorgeous teenage mistress?”“That last one might,” I chuckled. “But no, of course not.. Instead, she holds the whip to my face.“Smell the whip,” Jenny says.I toss my head to thwart her; I don’t know why. She seizes my hair and holds the whip under my nose.“Smell the whip, pony.”I inhale the smell of leather and pussy, and wonder who the latter belongs to.“You like that, don’t you?”Jenny is stroking me again, her hand flat on the back of my head, her fingers lingering on my ears.“Trot for me, pony.”I obey, and trot up and down the long living room. Parts of it are carpeted, parts.