In this Hell, I adapted. I’d learned to lie. I’d learned to fake social skills, pretend interest; I’d learned how to survive, not live. I worked...out daily hoping the endorphins would assuage my soul. They didn’t - gone before I left the gym. I kept up appearances, maintained the same very short beard Addison had so liked.I’d discovered McEwan’s, a gourmet food shop in Don Mills and, like now, I browsed for premade meals, not that interested, not that hungry. Food was fuel, nothing more.Since. Either she or I was caressing that bulge all the time, and the baby joined in by becoming very active while we made love. For as horny as she was, it was a very languid session at first. We could barely kiss, and I had to strain upwards to curve around the baby, but every kiss was worth it. The only problem was that after this, I'd never be satisfied with not being able to do it again. After the camping trip I'd managed to convince myself that it had been a one week fling, enjoyable for both of. I asked about her husband and all shit. She said her husband is working in a software firm and he goes at 9 in the morning and reaches home by 6 or 6:30. One fine Sunday she asked me to come for lunch. So I went and mingled with all. Like this few days passed and her husband said if any job postings in his company he will let me know and give his reference to get the job. One fine day I went to her home, her baby is crying I don’t know why that time she came from bathroom. She kept feeding her. Yes but I can kind of smell something Mrs Stevens replied.I thought it was me.Oh grandma explained i just used the pot Im sorry some of the odor must have come out of the bedroom.Oh thats OK Em I thought Id had a accident Im needing the bathroom pretty soon didnt get a chance at home this morn.I will just run home and be back in a little bit.Nonsense Mrs Stevens your perfectly welcome to use our makeshift pot no need to go all the way home.But wont Donny have to clean up the you know..mess?.