As said time whether good or bad changes & this was true for her relation as well. Their chemistry lost its intensity and finally they called it a day...to their love affair.Now, it was a blessing in disguise for me & a now or never chance, I decided to give it a try. I intensified the number of calls per day to her. Shared the facts, empathized with her. I started spending time with her in going around, shopping, movies.On one similar day we were seeing a movie hate story 3 & all are aware of. . For some time, I had played with the thought of adding a bit of spice to our sex life at home – as I mentioned the old lady was denying me sex and I bought a “date ****” kit intending to feed to my wife and fuck the shit out of her – that would learn her not to play with me. I had it in my cart, so I grabbed it and I just put all of it in Dagmar’s coffee – I had no idea how it would work or even if it would kill her on the spot! Now the big problem was what to do next – I didn’t know how long. So I just mumbled something about her happiness being what was most important. She smirked at me, at my weakness, and then her expression grew into a wicked grin, which was what she got when she was hurting me. My heart was breaking but, just gazing at her overly full curves, my tiny dick was twitching. All I had on was a pair of jockey shorts, bright yellow ones that she insisted on buying me because she liked how unmanly they were and because they showed off my lack of an adult cock. I just. I let the capsule lean against the wall and removed my clothes from inside the battle suit. I dressed and looked at the inner airlock door. The outer gauge reading was showing vacuum and not oxygen. I put the battle suit on before sucking the air out of the airlock.Like the inner hatch I had to manually open the outer hatch and stepped into the dead station. I frowned as I looked around before I headed towards the control room. All I could think of was the station had been hit and the hull was.