"Look at that. You're excited, aren't you? Come closer to me, George. I can't do anything to you if you're lying there so far away from me."He shifted...his body on the carpet, sliding closer to her until she could get her feet on him, her pretty shoes with the high heels and thin ankle straps. He thought his wife had shoes like these, but he wasn't sure. In any case, these were Irma's shoes and not Claire's, and it was Irma who had her shoes on his body.The first thing Irma did was push the toe. I wish that I could attribute that feat to my great skill as a woodsman. However, I am sure that it was my luck at work again. Whatever the reason, there were two groups of men gathered in a small clearing. One of the groups appeared to be just lounging around, smoking and talking. The other group was engaged in heated conversation, and I assumed them to be the leaders of the band. There was an opening of about 30 feet between the two groups, and that was my selected path.Neither group was very. Paul didn’t know I was fertile; he didn’t know about the previous pregnancy and presumably thought I was on the pill. He was wrong. Because of my husband’s vasectomy, I wasn’t on the pill and despite my previous unplanned conception, the idea of using a condom or anything else still hadn’t even occurred to me. I hadn’t expected to have a weekend of sex when I had stormed out of the house that fateful Friday evening and had had completely unprotected sex multiple times. So the answer is simple. “Here” pat said, “let me take your tempeture”“Is that an oral or rectal thermometer” Emily replied, joking around.“Oral, but the enema won’t be….nothing like an enema first thing in the morning. It’s a great start of the day. By the way, have you used the bathroom since last night”“No, not yet…I tried everything. Drinking lots of fluids, I even had a slave bring me prune juice and ballerina tea with no luck. I am all stuffed up!” Emily replied.“Sounds like you do need an enema. I brought a.