At the door to the kitchen I paused and reconnoitered. Two place settings, both with coffee cups, one of them was the special cup reserved for my use ...nd another good sign. Fresh squeezed orange juice, a special treat. Sally hated the work it took. I cautiously cleared my throat, ready to duck at the first sign of flying utensils."Good morning, lover. Hungry?" she asked gaily, without turning from the stove.'Lover?' Me? I quickly checked behind me to see if anyone else was there. Nope, just. " Sir, I got used to frequent sex with my former owner. At the dealer's, I got cock several times a week, but no-one seemed to want to buy me until you came along. Sir, I need cock anyway, but ... I like you, sir, and I want, well, I want to belong to you, you know, completely." Then, let us take care of that right now."The girl slipped off his lap and held out her hand. When he took it, she pulled him to his feet, not that he was resisting, and towed him out of the room and upstairs to the. From the tobacconist, I headed to the pub over the road; avoiding the lounge bar that the guys from the office would be in, I hit the public bar and sat there in a corner brooding. Just what the hell was I going to do?You know it was a real shock to the system to find your wife stepping out on you after nearly seventeen years. After all that time it's not like you can kid yourself that you got married too young or anything; although we had been forced to move the marriage up a year or so. Oh, yeah, and he now had breasts! Not to mention thathis soon-to-be lovers had sole possession of his bankaccount.What to do??? He wanted to get out of this fuck-up,and quick. Suicide was the first thought, but he knewthis idea was off the table: they were immortalmorphs, impossible to die and changing every soliste.Before he was able to clean up completely from hislast offering to the porcelain altar, he heard somecommotion at the door. Mike and Bill (without anyfriends, thankfully) came.