Was it the warmth trapped in my car from earlier on or was it the effect of my steamy thoughts, occupied by the images of his naked body flexed agains... my bedroom door awaiting the bites of my crop. How many times did he say he came that last weekend? Five? That is fifty strokes, Mr. What porn was he wanking to anyway? I'm pretty sure I've asked him already, but I don't think he gave me an answer yet. I wanted to know. I needed to know. Was he doing it now?, I wondered.As a matter of fact, no,. My role was to help him do this in any way I could. Our future and that of our still-to-be-conceived children depended on it. I was so deep in thought over this I didn’t notice that the crowd was dissipating and the foyer was becoming less crowded. “You don’t recognise me, do you Wendy?” a soft voice at my elbow asked. “You haven’t changed – but I hope I have.” I turned to find Andy by my side, offering me my third glass of champagne within the hour. A little wrong-footed, I took it and smiled. "Just let me grab my keys and we'll be on our way" you step inside for a moment then come back out lock the door and wrap me in another warm hug."Where to? Any place specific?" You whisper in my ear as you kiss my neck. "Come with me" I reply, taking your hand and pulling you along, we walk down the street, glancing around at all the beautiful foliage. Finally we arrive at the park, I lead you over to a big weeping willow that shades our eyes from the autumn sun. I pull out the traditional red. “$100,000.”“Wow.”“It doesn’t matter. He could have added a mountain of zeros and it wouldn’t have mattered.”“He does want to own me,” her voice was filled with worry.“He doesn’t have enough money.”“What about us?”“Us?”“Are you still staying with me?”“I said I would be here for the week and I will. After that I don’t know, but you should not worry about it. At the very worst, the very worst, I will be your friend for the rest of my life.”“OK. I guess if that’s the best I can get right now, then.