I tried to call Talia but got no response. I had a key to her flat and decided after putting on a short skirt and a tight top; to take the boxes to he... unit this afternoon.I parked outside her place. Her car wasn’t there. I grabbed the first box from the back seat, felt the heat of the afternoon but got busy with opening her front door balancing a box rather precariously.I really thought I had the place to myself. I was tempted to dump Talia’s stuff immediately inside the open plan lounge. " No, I'll be nice to you from now on," she squealed again. "I promise." Yeah, right," I said turning away. "If you're going to be nice to me, why don't you take your dressing gown off."I waited for the explosion and I wasn't disappointed."What! You little shit," she shouted. "I won't do that even if I was grounded for a month." Be more like a year," I pushed.The door slammed in her wake and I burst out laughing."A year, at least," I shouted.Fun over and now there was English homework to do.I. It got to where he treated sex like his marital duties. I became his human cum dump.” A tear rolled down Bella’s cheek. Zane reached over and wiped it with his thumb. “So that’s why you wanted another baby.” “Yeah, kinda. I’m sorry I used you like that Zane. But I gotta tell you, these last six months have been the best Grant has treated me in years.” “So why did you tell him you knew?” “Usually Grant would be faithful during my pregnancies. He did with Tommy and Sophia. But now, I suspect. He had an urge to stick his penis into the pickle slicer. His wife suggested that he should see a sex therapist to talk about it, but Bill indicated that he'd be too embarrassed. He vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own. One day a few weeks later, Bill came home absolutely ashen. His wife could see at once that something was seriously wrong. "What's wrong, Bill?" she asked. "Do you remember that I told you how I had this tremendous urge to put my penis into the pickle slicer?" "Oh, Bill,.