I didn’t get to do this as often as I’d like since my husband and his friends were ‘past the party stage’. Nevertheless tonight had been fun. ...We had now settled in on the couch and talked for what seemed like ages about everything and nothing. His job as a surgeon made for some interesting chats as he was so passionate about the reconstruction work he could do for the kids born with deformities. As a cliché though, this work was dependent on him performing plastic surgery on airheads -his. .. but still... 'No'.”I adjusted my clothes and walked out of the garage. Getting back in my car, I started it and drove away quickly. What is wrong with me? I'm not even on the pill. I didn't make him use a condom; I could have a disease now. God, what is wrong with me?I returned home and cried in the shower.*****The next day at work, my mind was a million miles away. I barely slept at all last night. I used the day I took off yesterday as a cover story and told everyone I was still not. That day she wore a paper thin white button up that was a little too tight. The spaces between the buttons crept open a few times, show that she had nothing on underneath it. As we talked, we inched closer and closer. Her hand found her way to my knee and mine was tucked away between her thighs, my pinkie finger teasing her closer and closer. I could feel her warmth on my hand. It was obvious that she had not experienced this kind of attention before. Laura constantly called herself a ‘good. The house is always a mess. By the time I get them off to bed at night I'm frazzled to the core. I feel beat up." You need some pampering, that's for sure."Georgia snorted and jabbed viciously at a piece of food with her fork. "I don't need pampering, I need to get laid," she blurted out in a fevered whisper. She wanted to jab that fork into her own left eye. She was completely mortified at what she had said.Zander choked on his food. He gulped at his tea and swallowed hard. "Excuse me?" He.