“My wife. She’s going to have triplets soon. You can’t have me leave her alone. That’s cruel, too cruel. “You don’t have to, don’t reall... want to worry. The sister goddesses are taking care of all that and all will be just fine. You can trust them. You know that. You may have noticed how willfully your wife has accepted your livestock lifestyle. There are reasons why in survival mode. What other life partner would accept her husband doing what you do literally fucking around.“Seriously, your. ‘He was really nice,’ I said smiling still languishing naked on the rumpled bed. ‘So, ya ready for some more?’ he asked expectantly. ‘Now?’ I whined. ‘Yeah, there’s two guys outside – all they want is blowjobs,’ he assured me. ‘Sure, ok,’ I agreed hesitantly. Mr. Fick opened the door for the two men as I moved to the edge of the bed. Two men in their late 20s entered the room. Their eyes lit up as soon as they saw me sitting naked with my legs crossed on the edge of the bed. Mr. Fick collected. Taking his time he walked around her noticing the flow of nervous perspiration running down her ribs, a drop already reaching her flaring hip. Then, again gently with the backs of his fingers, he caressed the smooth soft skin on her back, completely exposed by her hair done up in a roll at the back of her head. He imagined how striking instruments would sink into the twin vertical slabs of what had been beautifully toned muscle, now nicely softened. He bent slightly to feel the voluptuous. Then Beth leaned back and took a deep breath.“So he hasn’t noticed you? You have to make him notice you. I know you’re not like a slut, you’re not going to throw yourself at him, but you can still be a bit flirty. Sarah could give you lessons. In light flirting, I mean, nothing heavy. She could set you up a date even.”Beth didn’t say much. But it was a comfortable silence again. She put her hand gently on my hand and gave me a squeeze, like she was telling me to go on.“So he hasn’t even notice.