I looked back up at her, and she just stared at me, daring, begging, commanding, all at once. I moved further down on the bed and leaned in toward her...lap. I was a nervous wreck. the tip of my nose accidentally brushed up against her, and I could tell the effect it had on her was powerful because both hands grabbed her sheets squeezing hard. Her panties were dark pink in her crotch, probably from the orgasm I gave her earlier as she bounced on my lap, grinding into me. Her pungent smell. My name is Helen and my husbands name is Paul, and we have been married for nine years.Lately we had been arguing a lot over the fact that I was having no luck getting pregnant again although we had been at it like rabbits for months. I have been charting my cyles every month now for more than a year and kept a nightstand calendar in our bedroom with my most fertile days circled in red with my predicted ovulation day with a red X through it as well. Usually a day into my fertile week I would. I squeaked with fright. Too petrified to say anything. Before Ifinally summoned the will to utter a single terrified word."Kevin?" I pleaded desperately."I'm sorry Alex." His voice hinted sadness, and his eyes reflected ittoo.Then he faded away to nothingness.*****"What did you do to him?" I screamed. I was still scared out of mywits, but my concern for my now vanished husband far outweighed anyregard for my personal safety.I even found myself charging towards Mr Black. I was not sure what. "Dan, relax. Your mother, yes I know she is your mother and the others are your sisters, suggested that I should move into your bedroom tonight. She thought it might help our relationship and working together. I'm sorry I fell asleep. I did not expect you to stay up so late. Do you want me to turn over? I'm awake now and you can, you know, if you want to".I remembered how John had treated her. I did not want her to think of me the same way. And, 'you can if you want to' was not the right.