“Hey, Mom,” Phil said.“We’re on our way in,” Beth said with a lilting laugh. “May I assume you and Hailey were making up for sleeping apar... last week?”“Pretty much,” Phil admitted.“I figured,” Beth replied absently. “Your Dad and I do the same thing when we’re apart for a while.”“Oh, man,” Phil said, closing his eyes to try to get the image out of his head. Hailey rolled over to her back and grimaced slightly. Her butthole was a little tender. They had tried a different position and the angle. Whenever you're ready!" I said, alluding to my already being dressed for an occasion. "The kids will be OK on their own. I'll order pizza for them."On the way to our favorite restaurant, I continued pouring over the quandary that was pressing my mind."Why, I wondered, did it bother me that my husband was not showing any anxiety over the thing that I was feeling so totally guilt-ridden about?" I tried to shake the thought. After all, it was natural it would be on my mind, but he didn't know, so. They went to some of their male admirers on the football team and asked them if they'd give Bridget a fucking scare that she'd never forget. They wanted the guys to get Bridget by herself one night and give her an experience that would teach her to never talk down anyone else ever again. What ended up happening that Friday night was far more than what her female enemies had planned, but in the end, the results were the same.The scenario was laid out and on a Friday night, the trap on Bridget. Her own face smiled back at her which is more than I experienced when I did the same.She stood motionless for a minute and then looked down at the semi flaccid lump of flesh between her legs. She gulped and then sat down beside me."It's not a joke then," she said slowly."No its still there and so am I," I replied; sweetly smiling back at her like the mirror had done just a few seconds before.She looked at me and raised her eyebrows "We've got to be tough. I guess its worse for you than me, at.