”“But I’m not on ... I mean that I can get ... I can’t...”Despite her drunken state she understood that we had not been using any kind of pr...tection. I lifted my hands and carefully turned her head so that she was looking at me.“If that happens, my little fairy, I’ll be happy to make an honest woman out of you.”It took a moment from her to understand the full meaning of my words. For a few moments, she was about to say something, but nothing came out from her mouth. Finally, I pulled her. "I'm so so glad you called!" Alina chirped, happy beyond reason. "Did you get my voicemail?" I did," Justine said. "I really did. It was a little surprising."Alina cringed. "I know, I'm so sorry for not calling sooner. I've just been so busy. That school project ... ugh. Anyway, that's all done now and I was thinking we could hang out tonight? Or tomorrow? I miss you so much, I really do..."There was a long pause. "Uhm ... no. I mean, Alina? Didn't you get my e-mail?"The girl blinked in. As soon as I finish the story Tim is quiet. I look up at him and see the mixture of anger and sadness in his eyes. He looks torn between comforting me and wanting to rip Dan’s head off, I’d be okay with either one. Tim lifts his arm to wrap it around my shoulders, so I sit forward slightly to allow him to and then rest my head on his thick, muscular shoulder. Tim sighs. ‘I’m so sorry you’ve had to go through all that, Courtney,’ he tells me as he caresses my shoulder with his thumb while his. Not personality-wise, but sexually. He was creatively sterile and vanilla in his pleasures. Sex with him was okay, sometimes great, but he held no interest in trying new things. When I’d shared a fantasy with him once, about a young man of maybe sixteen, he shut me down and shamed me for thinking of anyone but him. The marriage was dissolved within weeks. I needed more taboo stimulation than missionary sex followed by a blow job.Other than my first husband, no one had ever shared my secret, the.