So why was it that when she relied on others she was always let down? She'd asked Colin to sort out the car at the local garage, but he'd forgotten to...book it in. Now, for a trip over Exmoor to visit an ill parishioner, she'd had to take a car where the electrics were dodgy and had died on the way back. Now, now, she told herself, he's a good man, a loving husband and father of our two children. Even if he seems to have forgotten his husbandly duties recently as he threw himself, wholeheartedly. Which actually made me calmer I think, just focusing on their problem for a few seconds rather than on my nerves. I gave her a nice hug and a kiss when she came off cause I knew she had done her best and that it really wasn’t her fault. Her new owner was a brother named Wheat Thin from Colorado, which I’m hoping is just a nickname and not like what his parents picked for him. He looked pretty young though compared to some of the others which would probably be nice for Maureen. And then Beth was. I relaxed and carefully pulled out, tossing the third rubber into the can.“It felt so good when you did that without the rubber it was all I could do to keep myself from humping you and not letting go, letting you shoot in me. But I am NOT getting pregnant, so I had enough willpower.”“You could go on the Pill.”“Nah, I don’t want to. I tend to be absent-minded. If I forgot, and then forgot I forgot, I’d pay for it. Plus, I’m not having sex ALL the time. Though with you, that could change. I also. They were happy for me, unlike Sylvia. But they weren't threatened by my quick rise to notoriety. They felt badly that she and I had broken up but Renata said she could understand it. Besides, she said, I would probably have to fight off the groupies that would be after me. I laughed at that, not realizing she would be partly right, although I hardly had rock star status.As time went on and summer was in full sweaty-hot form, I was getting better assignments as more senior reporters went on.