“Both your cars are at your house.”“They belong to Frank. We had the DNA tested and they are his, not mine. He’s being daddy today, even if it...kills him. Especially if it kills him!” said Brenda.“They’re home? And you don’t worry about them seeing us?” asked Paige.“Are you worried?” asked Brenda.“Hey, the only house that can see into the back yard here is yours. You don’t care if the twins see us like this?”Brenda snorted, standing to replenish her rum punch. “The one you have to worry about is. That’s the problem, isn’t it?”She doesn’t reply, although her eyes tell me I’m right. I was certain I could change her mind and she would agree to sex before marriage. Now I’ve succeeded, I wonder if it’s worth the price she’ll pay.I pivot on my backside and sit on the edge of the bed. Fuck!There’s a pause, a silence apart from her blowing her nose.A stain on my jeans and the outline of a still firm prick mocks me.The tender touch of her arms as they embrace my waist and the smell of her hair. "Tell her you really need her help because you don't have anyone else to turn to. She loves being needed. Trust me."Jack felt a glimmer of hope, a warm little spark in his heart. "Okay, so if I can get her to agree, then what?" You be your charming, adorable self. You make it fun. You keep letting her know how much you appreciate it. Then, take her to dinner. You can talk to her then, explain how you feel."Becky's face was alight with the little conspiracy, her eyes glowing, her dimples. I threw it back like a long lost friend. It went down so smooth that for a moment I forgot I wasn't alone. The trio just stood there looking at me as I finished my brew."I needed that to be able to deal with this slut!" Opps, did I say that out loud.Why are you guys here, never mind you must be here to help her pack. If we work fast she can be gone before night fall.Mike we don't know what you're thinking said my mom. But we believe that you're a smart enough to try and save this marriage. You.