The phone ringingstartled me and I slowly sat up right. I caught it on the third ring. Ichecked the microwaves clock - 9:59 PM, this had better be Bra.... I had lost my resolve in the last couple minutes and wasn't sure I could deal with Nick right now, "Hello..." I waited to hear a voice, I could hear background noise so I knew someone was there. "Is anyone there?" Still no answer and when I was about to say 'Who is this?' the line went dead. Fabulous was this another crank call, the person who. Maureen looked so attractive, Gary wondered if she already had that bastard Alan’s baby inside her! He couldn’t put the dates in the right order but he knew that she was already seeing Alan when the picture was taken. ‘Thanks,’ he said as Gerry put his coffee in front of him on the breakfast bar. He sat down on one of the stools. ‘I’ll take this away with me but I’ll probably destroy it. I think that my wife was already pregnant by her lover when this was taken.’ ‘That’s a real shame,’ said. She waited nervously until I picked it up and took a bite.“Damn. I thought I was going to have to pretend to like it. This is actually really good. What the hell is it?”She lit up. “Pie crust. Store bought pie crust with some sugar and cinnamon on it. And butter.”Sheree ate hers gleefully. “Kinda like them things at the Mexican restaurant. Sopapillas. Kind of.”Delaney was obviously delighted with the response and ran to get us all another piece. She topped hers and Sheree’s with whipped cream. Frankly, it made me feel happy seeing him happy.And then I refocused my vision. Jeremy, my husband, on all fours,cuffed, spread, a gigantic sunflower tattooed on his asshole, laserhair removal on his groin --- and more to follow later; my rightforearm glistening with lube and Vaseline and oil and slippery... shit;his puny cock just out of his voluntarily encagement and repressed,cum-dripping from its flaccid flesh.What exactly was I happy about?I had lost my husband. Yes, yes, yes: I know we're.