Still, our sex life never recovered, if I had to guess I would say we did it maybe once a month, with almost two years being our longest dry spell whe... Ann came down with the cancer. Was I bitter? Yes. Was I happy? With my children most definitely, with Ann, the more time passed the angrier she became with me, the more she started yelling. Did I want to leave her? No, but I think that was because I was afraid I would lose my children. Did I want to cheat on my wife? I wanted sex, what red. The bad thing was that they left the can out for them to see. The label on it was white with black letters that spelled out, ‘Generic Spaghetti Sauce.’ Someone had written a little message under the letters saying, ‘Your lunch money at work.’ She had wondered who had written the graffiti on it until she noticed a pen returning to Sean.One of the cheerleaders walked past wearing a nice dress. There was a large red stain down the front of it. Sean commented, “That spaghetti sauce really clobbered. What? Did I bite her? No. I wouldn’t bite one of the humans; they feed us so it isn’t a good idea. What did I do to let her know? Well, in truth, I yelped. Yes it hurt, what else was I supposed to do? Now shut up and listen to the story.Where was I? Oh yeah. I yelped good and loud and she got the message. I had to give it a good licking to calm things down a bit, but when I settled down, we just sat together for a while. Then the circular stroking started again. Pretty soon, she had my cock out. "Mr. Blake I understand completely. And trust me when I tell you I am not a company ax-man or anything–no one here is in any imminent danger of losing their jobs. I am only concerned with smoothing out the wrinkles and offering my assistance in improving the efficiency and expediting this birthing stage of the Savannah office." That's good to know Mr. Jackson. When the New York office said they were sending someone down to straighten things up here... well you can understand how nervous people.