‘I’m not quite sure, really.’ Her eyebrows rose at my answer. ‘And you aren’t pregnant?’ I shook my head fiercely. ‘No, of course not!...I’ve been on birth control for about eight months now. Besides, I’ve had no morning sickness or anything else. I think my period is just a little late. That or it’s the pill making it irregular. I’m not looking to be a mommy right now.’ Still looking concerned, she sat down across from me. ‘Have you taken a pregnancy test?’ I shook my head again. ‘No, I. They'll be in a disgusting state by now. Do you think you could getrid of them, and put the plates and stuff in the dishwasher?"Suzi's bedroom was very much her private space, and I hadn't actuallybeen into it in the weeks since I'd been living there. I was quiteintrigued, in fact, to see what it contained. So I agreed to tidy upafter her, and to ring her back if there was any problem. And after alittle desultory chat about how things were going for each of us, weended the call.When I. Fernanda, likewise, was curled up in a ball and facing the wall, right in front of me. Fernanda’s bed, like her brother’s, was a single. I pulled the sheet back that was covering Fernanda and slipped onto the bed beside her, pulling the sheet over both of our bodies as I whispered, “Scoot over.” “What are you doing?” Fernanda whispered as I slid in behind her on my side. “Returning the favor,” I whispered, pushing my body up against hers. I slipped my hand under her pullover t-shirt and felt. I’m not sure why, but all of a sudden my embarrassment turned into me being hugely turned on by catching her rubbing a random dude’s dick through his pants. When I mentioned this, my wife apologized again, but I wasn’t in the mood for apologies: I was fucking horny! So I said something like, “You were a fucking bad little beyotch and you owe me a favor for that.” My wife said that she would do anything for me because she’s my property and I can do what I want with her. I don’t know where this.