High-speed train connections and the fact that most people now can afforda car have brought the town closer to the 'city of sin'. Particularly my fath...r was one of those who decry the decline in moral standardswhich the closeness to the capital had brought to our town. His criticism wasspecifically aimed at women, mainly from the younger generations, whose behaviourdid not measure up to his strict standards. The sexual permissiveness of today'swomen as manifested in clothes which he considered. He’s one of the boys and the picture perfect boyfriend. And he’s an amazing lay that all the girls brag about. He’s got a great job already and is the less messed up version of your personal Christian Grey mixed in with Bruce Wayne with a hint of Sterling Archer. (If you got my last reference, then you and I have great but disturbing taste in men). Yah, he’s that guy. And this is the story of how he fell in love with me without knowing that I was the villainess. I’m writing this to tell you. Wren’s hands clenched into fists, damn nosey bitch Wren thought. Rapidly typing several commands, she smiled. “So, going back to the first of this what the hell do you want?”“Your marriage is ready; I need you to return. We need a new heir; I can no longer produce children. This leaves it on you, now come in NOW!” Wren’s mother said forcefully.“I told you before I will not be bossed around like this nor will I marry a pissant, piece of flotsam. Nor will I submit to said pissant to be bred like. Unable to leave the messy, uncertainstate of affairs of having a message unread on his phone, he stood upto take the phone from his bag. Checking it, he was unhappy to findthat it was from his colleague Dave Pollock. He knew that it wasprobably some crass comment, but there was always the possibility thatit might be work related and urgent, and the always responsible Mr Halewas unable to countenance any possible derogation of duty."Hey Bert, how big do their tits look in real life?! Send me.