I do NOT get to fuck any of the women. Q.That sucks. So, why do you keep doing that if you don't get any of that sweet pussy?A.I hear that from others... but I personally don't mind not getting to have sex with these women. Not really. I mean, I've got a small cock for one thing. Okay? But that's what I've been hired for! I play the cuck-hubby, and I'm there to watch my 'wife' (according to the film scenario), and fucking isn't what my part is.Q.Wow. I'm not sure I could handle that. The lights were on but she saw no one. She turned, looking to the phone, then again chided herself for even considering the unthinkable. She turned off the TV and picked up a book she had been meaning to read, but she found herself having to reread the sentences again and again as images of Michael flashed across her consciousness. In frustration the book was discarded and she began pacing, her eyes darting to the phone, then away as she told herself that what she was contemplating was wrong.. She glared daggers at us, as if daring us to raise the issue of my sexuality.“Hey Kat, how’s the course going?” I asked, as an olive branch.While we consumed the soup and sandwiches, although mainly just soup in my case, Kat regaled us with details of what she’d been learning on her physics degree course. Michael, Dimitri and I found it riveting, Mrs Antonov and Dennis less so.“Kevin, aren’t you hungry?” asked Mrs Antonov, noticing my feeble contribution to towards demolishing the mountain of. Chadora was dressed in her normal working dress and was fussing about the chapel. She had laid hymn books in front of every pew, and organised the selection of hymn sheets on the board. Ana watched Chadora unhurriedly straighten a few cushions and cross herself in front of the altar. She strolled towards Ana through the fragmented kaleidoscope of light from the stained glass windows above the altar and smiled warmly."It looks like a fine day for visiting the Convent, God Willing!" Chadora.