“I am sorry Jenny, did I say something wrong? “No Abby, you said nothing wrong, it just touched a very raw nerve, do the sums with me and you will...understand, Frank is fifty, when we marry he may be fifty one, if I don’t fall pregnant for three months, assuming we try for children straight away; I do after all have my business to run, Frank will be fifty two when the baby is born and on the pension before the child is your age. We have to change the subject and dry my eyes; I mustn’t let Frank. My Wet Neighbor Part 3.It was two days latter that I next visited Mary again. I got an early morning call from her. Too early really, as I was still getting my husband’s breakfast when the phone rang.“Hi Mary, it’s Anne” how are you doing? She said.“Fine,” I said “but it’s difficult to talk right now. I’m fixing my husband’s breakfast.”“Is he there?” she asked.“Of course he’s here or why would I be making him breakfast.” I replied jokingly.“No, I mean is he in the kitchen with you now?” she. As I was sorting the laundry, I found a pair of her panties. As I was turning them inside out, I noticed a strange stain in them. It was white and it was crusty. It didn’t look like normal feminine discharge. It looked like cum…semen…spunk…whatever you want to call it. I was shocked! Who was she fucking? I had monitored everything that came in on her phone. Text messages, e-mails, Facebook, Snapchat, Instagram, photos, everything. Who was she fucking? Who was the lucky guy? How did I not know?. " Oh, I don't know. I know I kid around a lot and talk people's head off. But Martha knows I can be a serious listener." She lifted her glass to her lips. "And I'm sure you don't have any aunts back home like me that you could talk to."I smiled. "No aunts at home like you, period." I stretched my arms and straightened up in my chair. "Just tired, I guess." These things go in cycles, you know? The moon. Natural body rhythms. Ever have anybody do your horoscope?" Horoscope? You mean astrology,.