I glared after his retreating figure and felt Robbie watching me. When I looked at him, he turned his attention back to the cake. I took the plates ov...r.“It’s him, isn’t it?” Robbie’s voice was quiet and he didn’t stop plating up the cake even as he looked at me. “It was him. The older guy. The friend with benefits? How the fuck were you even friends?”His voice had an edge to it that I’d never heard before and there was a clinical routine to the way he set each plate down on the table.I tried. And she reflected fondly about the satisfaction she herself had found in the scenarios she and Roger had acted out almost each night. Laurel knew Patti had deeper submissive, and perhaps even masochistic, urges than she did and would no doubt be highly energized by pain and sexual humiliation. But, she wasn?t making value judgments. She had to wait for Roger and let this novel and unexpected course of events play out for him.?I?ll have to talk all of this over with Roger,? Laurel said. ?I hope. I learned that there was next to zero probability that both Barbara and fetus would survive pregnancy. Each time there was any mention of “abortion” or “taking the fetus”, Barbara violently broke down. She begged me to just take her from there. She said she would rather die trying to have my baby than to stay there. She was nearly 4 and a half months along and her swollen belly and puffy appearance seemed to give her frail body new life, even though she was red faced and crying constantly,. I got out of my shoes and pants and stood there in my jockey shorts,unhappily aware of how small a bump my immature genitals made in thefront of them. She eyed me there and her brows drew together in thefirst sign of disappointment. I gained a few more moments by belatedlyremoving my socks. Then there were no more easy delays to be had. Ihooked my fingers under the waist of my shorts and, turning slightly awayfrom her, got them over my soft thighs, the rest of the way down, andstepped out.