She possessed the strength of character that stood her strong against temptation. My character was weak and I succumbed to every woman who gave me the...eye. Yet, she was strong enough in her self-worth and in her love for me to forgive me every time I cheated on her. I do not think that I could have found the strength to forgive her even once had she tested me but she never did. She possessed the strength of a sound mind filled with enough common sense to veto every dumb decision I wanted to. I then felt a thrill as I rubbedand pinched the nipples. This was weird! Somehow the massaging caused atingling response in my groin. It was definitely a pleasurable sensation.Then I reached down for my crotch only to come across a female chastitybelt. Its job was probably to hide my tucked male genitals now disguisedas a vagina. I guessed that my testicles had been sewn up into my bodycavity with a synthi-skin fake vagina to encase my penis. What a superbjob of camouflage; I now sported very. Going into the house, her husband of eight years, Malcom Brady, smiled. "Well did he go for it?" he said."No. His pride won't let him. He even paid for the dinner if you can believe it. You know, it's been eight years, and I think the guy still has the hots for me." Yeah well dinky dick didn't have what it took then, and I doubt if he does now," snickered Malcom. "I never understood what you saw in him anyway. He's short, he's damn near dickless, and he's a wimp." Yes, he's short. Yes, his dick. Treason, murder, convert to Scientology, literally anything.“Of course,” I said, handing her the blue slushie we’d been sharing. She took it and wrapped her lips around the straw to suck out the last few slurps of sugary blue deliciousness. That alone shouldn’t have been enough to rile me up, but I knew what her mouth could do and a majority of our relationship thus far had been sexual in nature so my mind wandered to dirty places. A toucan cawed at us. Aubrey cawed back.“Zoos are weird,” she.