While I wouldn’t mind having lots of babies with Randy, it does seem selfish not to use my intellectual gifts to make life on earth better in some w...y.I got all my paperwork done, then I got called into the “Dean of Women’s” office. (A pretentious title given to a female assistant principal.)She gave me the typical uptight, don’t talk about sex with your husband to other girls or we will have a pregnancy epidemic and a bunch of girls exploited by child molesters, song and dance. I looked. Here’s a sample of the sluts I’m talking about: Eva Angelina. Lena Cova. Stormy Daniels. Brittney Skye. Kayden Kross. Vicky Vette. We’re talking some gold plated pussy here. You guessed it — I talked myself into the deal. So this is how a happily married, church-going conservative hooked up with and spent a night of sin fucking the living double of his high school girlfriend. I travel a lot in my work, finding my way to Las Vegas is practically a detour. I could actually make it a. Five minutes later a very different woman came out. The woman that had gone in was a blue eyed blonde, the one that came out was a green eyed redhead. Her tits had shrunk noticeably. ‘Yes, I know. I’m not much of a trophy as I was before. I am starving.’ ‘Lets go. Seafood OK with you?’ ‘My favorite.’ ‘My name is Phil by the way.’ ‘Hi, I’m….Gracie. My real name. Where are you from?’ ‘Houston. You?’ ‘Houston.’ ‘Really. It’s such a small town we should have run into each other before.’ She giggled. Very quickly, it's all becoming too much for me - I can't watch him cry on top of everything else. I undress, very aware on one hand that I'm about to share a bath with a guy for the first time since I was like ten. On the other hand, I know I'm only marginally warmer than he is and I should be in a hot tub as well. Besides, right now, I'd do almost anything to hear him tell me to 'fuck off' - say anything normal and 'Alex-y'.I get in the tub - the water is still brutally hot - and pull him.