You're Steven now. Is it okay if I never call you Speedy again?"At the end of her little speech I was a blue bubbled blob of silly mush with a melting...heart and a very hard cock. If she asked me to shoot the Pope and steal his name, I would have said yes. I reached for her, and she moved closer to me and let my arms drape over her soft wet shoulders before she said, "Wait, there's more." Oh. OK. More." From now on, I'm no longer Martha Jane. I'm Martha. I'm not a teenage doll and not a kitten. Evens! I don’t know what to do. Abigail just won’t stop crying. She won’t eat or sleep. It’s driving me insane!’ ‘It’s nothing to be worried about Mrs. Halley. Little Abigail is just colicky. She should be fine if you switch her formula.’ ‘Are you sure that’s all it is? Is colic serious?’ ‘Well it’s rather common in babies, but it’s certainly no fun.’ Mallory watches as the woman visibly relaxed. ‘I’m guessing little Abby isn’t sleeping all night yet?’ she asked. ‘No. Not yet. Michel, my. ‘Oh.’ ‘You?’ I asked. ‘Um…,’ she hesitated a long time before answering. Then she spoke even lower and softer than before: ‘Nine years.’ ‘Oh.’ It appeared as if she wanted to offer an explanation, but none came. She looked embarrassed. ‘It’s… really good to see you again,’ I said. She smiled, but didn’t say anything. ‘I had hoped you were doing well.’ Megan’s eyes grew glassy, and she sniffled a little. ‘Are you doing well?’ I asked, my voice wavering. She didn’t have time to answer. Just then,. And then she told me all the whispers I heard weren't true, she wasn't hanging around Tom, her old boyfriend, while I was at work during the night shift. But then I had a note slipped to me that my wife and Tom had already been seen that evening together. I faked a massive stomach ache (not far from the truth) and left work early. Her vows that they were all lies were all lies. I caught them together in our marriage bed and he was in her ass, doggy style.I left her and drove away. A liar is a.