Her toenails were painted a dark red, something she hadn't done since they were married. She had considered it a waste of energy, because no one would...see it besides them. Apparently she was now showing them to someone.She had bought new underwear, and new sexy lace nightgowns, yet the first he had known of it, was when he ran across them at the bottom of the clothes hamper, and they smelled strongly of sweat. That was the day he went through every drawer and cabinet in the house, looking for. I arched my eyebrows and told him I wasn’t submissive if that’s where this was going. He laughed. No, I had proven that I wasn’t submissive when I took control when I ‘thanked’ him before. But the need for feeding the b**st now living inside me also presented a problem. That was the other part of what he was showing me … how easily I might be taken advantage of. I needed a way to engage, to get my fix, as it were.His thumb pressed into my pussy and I sighed. With a comfortable smile, I asked,. “I met Veronica here in the clinic. Her sister died of breast cancer, and I got to know them both. When Mary Anne, Ronnie’s sister, died, I tried to help her cope with her grief. I’ve come to think of her as a sister, or the daughter we always wanted.”I stood up, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Veronica. Or do you prefer Ronnie?”She dimpled at me, “Most people call me Ronnie.” She shrugged, “I’m used to it I guess.” She continued to smile.“Ronnie, this is Terry, my husband, of whom you’ve heard. " I know, but..." Marcus isn't made of china, either... he'll survive." Ally unwrapped herself, and winked at Shawna. "Probably." She couldn't help but laugh, and Nick smiled too."I worry, I'm sorry." I'm going to try my level best not to hurt him, Nick." She assured him, sitting next to him. "Really... I know you don't think much of me, which is my fault, but... I like him. I really like him, in a way I haven't really felt for anyone else." That's the first time you've admitted that, isn't.