Instead, his brown eyes were gentle, and he seemed puzzled. He asked, “So you didn’t tell him ‘no’?’“No, I didn’t. I was a wimp. I don�...t know. I should have screamed it at him, but… I don’t know why.”“Babycakes,” he said more urgently, “you’d better pick up that phone. Or text him if you’re too much of a wimp to call.”She nodded, “You’re right.”“And you tell him ‘yes.’ You beg him to take you back.”“Okay, okay,” she said, picking up her phone, “I’ll tell him… What? What did you say?”“Sweetie. Fertile.”She smiled again and let go of my crotch. “Go sit back down on the couch,” she said, “and I will take my clothes off for you.”I lowered myself on the couch and Paula began to rid herself of her spare clothing. She turned around and slowly pulled down her panties, shaking her buttocks in the process. Her panties fell on the floor and she turned back to me. “Before you can see my tits,” she said, “I want to see your prick. I want you to jack off while you’re watching me.”I thought that. The drugs had damaged her heart and liver. She only had a few months to live if she was lucky. She was also HIV positive. Rob had asked the judge to give her a probated sentence so she could spend the rest of her time with her parents and her sister. The Judge had agreed. Rob had arranged for her medical care and round the clock nurses, knowing her elderly parents wouldn’t be able to care for her alone. What the hell, he had more money than he could spend and they did have two good years. His ego would not permit him to view this as suspicious. He flattered himself in believing that she was so enchanted with him wanting to learn everything about him. Thus, he reasoned there was no opening for her to provide information about herself. He forgot or his mind blocked out the truth. In actuality, whenever he did attempt to elicit information about herself, she nonchalantly deflected the inquiry and steered the conversation back to focusing on him. So his state of mind was in panic..