”“ I...That doesn't matter. What were you muttering at me? It was too rough. What was that all about? You almost knocked my IUD out.” I glared a... him.“ Do you remember the U.K. project?” he asked.“ Yes,” I answered. “You were dead wrong about that.”“ Well, I could have made it work,” he said. “You were just so stubborn. You copied Sandy on the email. Made me look like an idiot. I had to lay off 22 people. I had recruited half of them. I had to call them all.”“ So you decided to fuck me.. I want you to feel free to demand... other things... You'll own the house and you'll own me..." W--what other things?" I was totally on the defensive. My mind was conjuring up all kinds of wild scenarios. Surely she didn't mean... Her eyes were hypnotic. "Man things. The things men demand from women. I've been TOO protected — two brothers in the house... People think things. Men stay away. I'm thirty four — and men haven't made demands on me for a long time..." You're thirty four?" I blurted. I. Mary managed to close her legs, and still looking surprised yelled, “can’t a girl even take a piss around here?” Judy said, “Sure, but don’t you think you should have lifted the lid first?” Mary then realized that in her haste, she had hiked up her dress and dropped her panties, to sit down to finger herself without lifting the lid. She was caught, and on camera, and was turning all shades of red. “Don’t stop on our account Mary, it looked like you were ready to cum all over Judy’s toilet. ”He scratches his chin, his fingernails scraping against the white stubble that covers most of his jaw. Then he continues, “Not that it’s any of my business, but if you want to talk… It helps, sometimes. Shares the burden.”I don’t say anything more, and he doesn’t ask. We just sit in a companionable silence until he stands and brushes off his trousers.“Let’s see about some dinner,” he says and turns away without another word.He never asks again.I’m grateful, really. I can almost forget about my.