For some reason, or maybe no reason, I wasn’t surprised. She’d always been out of my league. That she’d decided to marry me to begin with had be...n a shock, and had always remained one. Yes, she owed me for my help in the past, but enough to marry a nerd like me?And now she was pregnant with another man’s child. That meant of course that she’d been cheating on me, and that probably for a long while. Did I hate her? I don’t think I did. I think I pitied her. I was certain that she would never be. ”“Okay.” She swallowed hard. She went and sat on the couch. He sat next to her. He picked up her hands and held them in his.“Now.” He started.“Are you leaving?”“No, I’m not leaving.” He smiled.“Are you having problems from your injuries?”“No.”“Are you sick?”“Kay please.”“Sorry, I just worry.”“Don’t worry. What I want to say will maybe help you understand a few things about me.”“Okay.” She had no idea where this was going.“Now, I want you to listen to everything I have to say. Before you answer. My hips are wide, and my contour tapers as one goes up to my waist and my flanks. Too, I have a large ass, not grotesquely so, but enough to be a readily noticeable trait.At seventeen I had my first love, with an American lad a couple of years my senior. I enjoyed his company, and his kisses. His name was David. He was the one with whom I first lay, one marvelous night, long ago, in his quarters. He was gentle and kind with me that night, a true gentleman of Earth. He pampered me, buying me. They were both dressed similarly, men's white cotton t shirts and faded Levis, one wore flip flops, the other black Converse. One lean and lanky, the other somewhat squat and chunky. It wasn't easy to establish who was dominant, at least until they reached My slave. The short heavier woman, a dirty blonde, stood back from the other, and slightly away from My slave. The thin one stood right in front of her and looked straight into her eyes, as if defying her to flinch. She let her hands roam.