Miller, but to her it was just sex. One day over lunch I asked her if she had feelings for Matt. I was just casually asking and not trying to be jealo...s. I actually got turned on watching Matt fuck. I just wanted to make sure she wasn't getting feelings for him. So I guess it was borderline jealousy.She came right out and said she loves her husband and it's just pure sex on the side with Matt. I had that feeling by the way she treated him like a piece of meat whenever I caught them fucking from. I wished over and over that I could take some of the pain away from her but all I could do was let her squeeze my arms — even my sun-browned arms began to take on a bluish tinge as she bruised me and we would later laugh about it many times.Finally she rocked up into a squatting position above our shuck mattress, covered with a little nest of fresh blankets and newly prepared soft cloths; it looked like Moxie was going to pee. Instead the head of a baby oozed from between her legs, quickly. My kinda woman!“I’m sorry, Christine, did you say?” I asked her her name again.When in front of a woman like this, a guy’s auditory senses and short-term memory seem to be rendered virtually useless, especially when I was, only moments ago, deeply engrossed in some class A porn!“Yes, that’s right, Christine. But my friends just call me Chrissie,” she said.“All right then Chrissie, and you can call me John. It’s nice to meet you,” I said.“It’s nice to meet you too, John,” she said, her eyes. ”She agreed. That started a two years of dating and engagement until I got my degree and got my first western novel published. I also had a teaching certificate as a fallback position. I was cocky enough to believe that I would be a successful author. I planned the teaching as a temporary job.The revenge occurred about a week after Mary got the stitches out. The Brute received a broken arm from someone swinging a heavy steel rod. He was told that it was payback for hurting ladies. The ex.