I doubt I could have gotten off of work early anyway, the store was packed and the new girl didn't show up for work again." "Don't worry about it ya d...of, I don't mind at all." "Well, thanks again, he would have been so pissed. You should be almost home by now, right?." "Nope, the traffic is over here is awful! you'll probably get home waaaay before I will, how about you call a pizza in. Then you can just toss what you don't eat in the fridge for me." "ok, sounds good. Our usual?" "of course,. “Don’t you?”The video slowly faded out. I looked back at my sister’s face on the laptop screen in horror.“How could you?” I whispered. “That was an absolutely disgusting display and sinful as well. Is it true that the baby you are carrying is not Rizwan’s?”“No, it is Jack’s. Rizwan’s sperm count is so low that my OB-GYN said it would take a miracle for him to make me pregnant.”“How often do you sleep with this Jack?”“Whenever he is in town. He’s been here three times so far. But when he is. We also chatted on our personal matters. She asked me about my business, family etc. and also told me that she lives with her mother and sister in Kerala and her father had passed away when she was studying for degree due to cancer. She told me the bitter days she had at the time when her father was sick and she and her father did not disclose this to her mother and sister and how she had to be bold those days and all. I was very impressed by her boldness. She told me she was bold only outside. What happened? A lot of things, actually. Pregnancies, kids, bills, work…all the little nuisances in life. My biggest fear, however, has been that she just no longer found me interesting, attractive, and/or good enough to have sex with. Or worse- she may just no longer be interested in sex herself! It really became worrisome when I thought of the possible long-term affects- were we really going to be those kind of couples? You know the type: the ones who only have sex on special occasions, like.