I am feeling in the mood for an intense workout, so I need a good stretching or I’ll be sore tomorrow. Who am I k**ding, I’ll be sore regardless. ...t has been a while since I’ve pumped the weights and I think a good pumping is in order.” She giggled after she said that.I said, “If I were the suspicious type I could gather enough innuendo and double entendres from what you just said to convince a divorce court of bad behavior.”She said, “ you wouldn’t need to convince them of anything if I was. I could smoke if I wanted to (no thanks), legally ride a motor bike, drink beer, wine or cider with a table meal in a pub or restaurant, get married (with my parents’ consent) and (fanfare please) give my consent to sex.Cal and I had put all the fuss and fear of the previous year behind us, we’d got back from LA in early January, she was seeing a therapist regularly to work through her issues, and we’d even managed to get together once with Charlie, who’d flown over to England for a court. . well, it speaks for itself. Long, toned legs; a flat abdomen that still has a thin layer of baby fat on it; perfectly rounded 28C breasts that even push out of a baggy sweatshirt; an amazing ghetto booty (why she complains about it is beside me); and a ridiculously gorgeous face. Her long, light brown hair frames those big brown eyes, high cheekbones, smoothly cut jaw, and cute little nose. Her full lips are great to kiss. I lost count of how many times other guys have mentioned how hot she. We'd had wild passionate sex, and ten seconds later she was walking out the door."Would you like to stay?" I said it softly, so as not to scare her into fleeing.Paula looked at me like I just suggested she have herself skinned alive, and snorted.Even expecting her to make a move, I never expected it to be so blatantly self-centered. If I had to guess, I'd say she was desperate to have sex with either her father or brother(s), and used me to pretend. If so, then she is doing without instead of.