"Well, go fuck your damn stranger. See if I care." Why was I saying this? Did I have a death wish for my marriage? I went to the bedroom door to apolo...ize when I heard her crying from the inside. I just shook my head and slept on the couch. I figured I would talk with her first thing in the morning. I drank about six beers before passing out on the couch.When I woke up the kids were eating breakfast. "Mom threw you out of the bedroom again, Dad? asked Bart."No, I just fell asleep here. Mom got. Fire ran through my lovers.By lunch-time I was exhausted. It took some effort to find my clothes which someone had hidden within the room. Only Laudus's intervention saved me, but she took some measure of payment for me to get my clothes back. She sat on my lap detailing what was happening with Swarta. Laudus draped over my frame enjoying the belly rub as payment for my shirt. Thankfully no payment for my pants was required. Swarta's labor was going slowly and while this was not surprising for. But then, those who did not know him very well would not have recognised him without his green MJOLNIR armour. Instead, he wore a dark grey t-shirt, dark blue shorts and sneakers. But there was no doubting his identity. He was the Master Chief; the most famous and infamous of all Spartans. John-117.And the man who haunted Cortana's erotic dreams and fantasies.Ironically, John himself had been feeling stressed out, and so he had gone for a ten-kilometre run along the coast in an effort to burn. . and pouting... andtalking in cute widdle baby tones... and moving his hands carefully whenhe had superlong, sexy pink nails... and finding just the right thing togo with that sexy skirt... and instantly squirming in and out of thesluttiest little lingerie sets... and wiggling his ass just right undera tiny skirt... and leaning just perfectly to give boys a glance downhis skimpy top...He murmured slightly, vaguely aware that something was wrong as theobsessive details of every cute boy in.