I can write erotica with the best of them, and my fans say so. Actually, that's not true. I'm not very good at writing romance. Nope! Not at all. Suck...actually. Should have said BDSM. Yes, that's what I write well. Just like my fans say I do.You know what BDSM stands for don't you? Bondage Dominance etc... Well that's not entirely true. I don't write much about bondage. Never cared for the thing. Nope. Not that kind of a girl. No, I go more for the mental angle. Humiliation games, mental mind. "I'll remember to be careful."Okay, so the plans for the day were shot. It was at this point that I had a panicky thought. I ran upstairs and found my copy of the plans for the pool."Bud, now that you're back in my head, can you look at these plans and tell me if I've just paid a company to come dig a hole where our secret tunnel goes?" What!?!?!" Bud screeched."Calm the fuck down and look at the damn plans!" I hollered back, mentally.There proceeded a pregnant pause like non I remember outside. He puts his hand out clumsily, pushing me into the wall."You little slut. You don't fucking talk to me like that." His eyes are unfocused and bleary and I slap his hand off, feeling disgusted."Don't fucking touch me." I spit, sneering at him.He slaps me hard, the back of his hand hitting my cheek. My head jerks sharply, my vision reeling. I stamp hard on his foot and make a break for it, wincing as my abdomen screams at me. He manages to grab hold of my arm and slam me into the wall. I sob at. " What would you like help with?" We've been married for a year and a half. We'd like children. Our parents want grandchildren. They keep asking if Jill is pregnant, but she isn't. They said we ought to go see a fertility specialist." I see. OK, first things first. You have been having relations regularly?" Relations?" asked Jack."Sexual relations."Husband and wife looked at each other uneasily. "Um, what are sexual relations?" asked Jack.The doctor maintained her neutral demeanor with some.