“So, did you like anything I wrote?” I asked cautiously. “Um, yes…I think some of them are funny,” She started, “I just read the one where...you say Grace. Did you really do that?” “Hey I’m a Catholic boy, I was taught to say Grace before I eat.” I answered honestly. “A good Catholic boy, huh?” She giggled. “Yes, but of course. Why else would I write so many sex stories?” I added. “So, are you working on a story now?” She inquired. “Ah, yes.” I answered. I explained to her that I was working on a. I about fell flat on my face because I had already undone my belt, clip and zipper, freeing my cock and my pants wound up around my knees. She motioned for me to sit down on the chair but instead, I pulled her to me and pressed our bodies together. Despite being 4 inches taller than her, the fact that I am long waisted and she is long legged meant my cock and balls pressed firmly against her pubic mound as I turned her so her butt was back on the table.I picked her up and she smiled up at me as. She was embarrassed and started to cry.” I don’t know what I am going to do, my husband has shifted here for work as a sub contractor. He works hard but doesn’t seem to be interested in me or the baby.” “He comes home drunk after dark every night and leaves very early.” “We haven’t made any friends.” “I don’t have any relatives here.” “We don’t have much money.” “We fight all the time.” Tears welled in her beautiful brown eyes. “He hasn’t made love to me since I became pregnant. He says I am. All because we were seen as being poor!’ Janice looked at him, anger simmering between the two of them. Their eyes were locked together and their faces flushed with emotion. The howling of the wind outside was the only sound heard in the room for over a minute. ‘Listen, I’m sorry if I insulted your people,’ Janice started. ‘You said my reasons weren’t good enough and I defended them. It’s that simple. I have a debt load that I would only be able to pay by living in abject poverty while staying.