Appearing very well brought up in public, but behind closed doors, he was a very naughty boy. Claire loved her husband. She loved the smart, romantic,...dedicated man she fell in love with so much, that when his newly discovered interests came about, she agreed to them in fear of losing her husband. What he did hurt her so much. And that was Claire's secret. She liked the pain. On a Friday evening, Liam and Claire readied themselves to go out for dinner. She stood looking into her mirror,. The absolute bestest thing about Art was he was a provider: if they smoked up, he always sprinted out and returned with a bag full of fries, KFC biscuits, and Sour Patch kids, and that’s the kind of order that you have to hit three places to fill—all in ten minutes, tops.“Wait, like Casey at the Bat?”“Yeah, like the goddamn poem,” he said, and looked off to the left sullenly. He knocked some sand around with his foot and was otherwise quiet.“What’s your story?” the big toker asked, not looking. She carried me like a toddler into her bedroom."What do you think?" she asked, turning me around so I could see theadditions.Even sitting here, writing my story in that room, I still get theshivers looking at everything. She had to have spent a fortune, this initself telling me how serious she was in our special relationship.Against the wall was a beautiful white crib, big enough for me. Matchingit was a changing table, stacks of diapers and plastic pants visible onthe shelves. In the opened. I go through my handbag looking for something to read when I come across a book of erotic fiction my friend got me for a laugh I decide it's the only thing I got so I start reading it.The book starts to get really filthy I suddenly get that smell again I look around the park and now realise I'm the only one in here I decide to keep reading thinking about five people who've seen varying bits of me today most have seen everything. This gets me even more turned on and it's now getting close to 40.