I scooped the clothes off the bed, grabbed my plastic tub of hygiene supplies from the hospital and locked myself in the bathroom. Twenty minutes late... I was clean, my hair was dry, and I was dressed in street clothes. The sneakers actually fit pretty well, which surprised me. When I was done, Dr. Cummings was in my room with Evan."Ah, look at you! Ready to get out of here?" Yes, please."He looked at my neck and gave Evan instructions on how to pull the stitches out in a few days. After Dr.. "It's your afternoon. Put your pantieson then I'll show you how to do your bra." Sarah skips off into her en-suite as I strip completely naked and take a few deep breaths to keep myexcited groin under control. Once I'm happy I'm under control, I stepinto the plain white panties and ease them up my legs, happy thatthey're tight enough to keep me under 'control'."Ready!" I yell, calling Sarah back into her bedroom. I playfully coverup my bare chest with my hands, making my new best friend. But I can make it all disappear. One action, one measly act of pure faith and trust in another extremely powerful and influential human being and I can make your entire record, disappear.” As I spoke the last part of the sentence I made gestures like that of a magician.She stared at me for a long time, still not totally convinced. “Do I really have a fucking choice?” She asked.“You always have a choice dear, but I can assure you this choice is better.”“Then what the fuck do I have to do?”. You see her through eyes of love. Those stretch marks are from your babies that nursed at those lovely breasts. You have mounted that butt with joy uncountable times.This is why your wife has such a violent (literally sometimes) reaction to the thought of you looking at porn. She thinks that you are wishing to be out of your marriage, to be able to "hit that." She thinks that you are "lusting in your heart" that you want to sneak off and get you a piece of that pretty young thing.Your job.