There wasn’t anything on my camera able to generate a message like this. No apps, no internet…no way. But more than the impossibility of it, the q...estion itself stuck out to me.Wouldn’t anyone, if they were in my shoes?Still, I selected “no.” Whatever strange force—and yes, I already believed something supernatural was at play—had infected my camera and posed me a question with such an obvious answer had wasted its time. Sure, I wanted change. Wanted it more than anything. That’s why I was. I enjoyed doing it, but I’m probably not even wet now.’ ‘Really? And this is how you guys always do it?’ ‘Yep. About once a week now for quite a few years.’ ‘Once a week, I would go crazy if I only had sex once a week. I’m assuming you both must masturbate.’ ‘Nope, I almost never do, and I don’t think he does either.’ ‘Cath, no wonder he doesn’t last very long. Most guys his age need to come every two days or so. He probably had sex with his hand five times a week before he met you.’ ‘Really? I. "Oh, Anabella, I'm so sorry. It was a fluke. She and I... we... fuck, it just happened. We hadn't slept together in years when that night happened. She..."I put my hands up, not wanting to know any more. I looked into the car to see the baby sleeping, knowing all too well that could have been our son sitting there."Bella, the reason I never married her was because I loved you. When you were sixteen, it took everything I had to not crawl up in the bed with you. I have lusted after you since you. I could certainly score points by doing the accepted thing here - waiting for her to tell me.But she already knew that I knew. If I said it, that would show how well I had learned my lessons about reading people. What better compliment could I give her?All right, the truth is that we had been one upping each other with our insights and I didn't want to give up the opportunity."When did you find out?" This morning." Home test?" A couple days ago." That's fantastic." I moved forward to take her.