What followed was quite possibly the most bizarre, and yet tremendouslythrilling, few moments of my life, as my 35 year old husband made a notterribly...successful effort to ape the mannerisms and language of the 7year old girl next door."Hello Mrs Bubbles," he squeaked to the large pink bear as he lifted itfrom Emilia's bed and into place around the table from which he wasabout to host what I could imagine to be his first teddy bear tea party,"you look very pretty today. I love your dress." Not. Leo’s calm, eyes flat, face emotionless. It sets me on edge immediately. ‘Who’re you texting?’ His voice is the same as his face, and I slowly slide the device around my body and into my back pocket. ‘Who were you talking to?’ Stupid question. Real stupid. What can I say? That I went deaf when his phone rang and I didn’t hear him curse out and threaten his wife—ex-wife—in English? ‘My ex-wife and daughter.’ He waits, and I know it’s for me. ‘A friend.’ ‘Which one?’ I think it’s easier to. "Reyna, calm down. You don't need to do anything for me."She shook her head and reached for me - or my dick."No, I need to do this. Please ... Please."I pulled her on the top of me and kissed her lightly."No little one, not now."I felt her stiffen on the top of me."I should have known, you don't like me."I lifted her fully on the top of me. Since I still worked out on regular basis, it was not even difficult for me. Even though she was a little heavier now, she was still tiny. She gasped as her. However I was a bit curious as to why she was so late. She told me that she would tell me later. We decided to order lunch and then moved to a table that was a little bit removed from the crowd.Understandably our conversation was initially a bit reserved. We talked about the weather, her job and what had brought her to our area, my career and retirement and my decision to drive a couple of days a week for Uber and things like that. I finally decided to bring our conversation to what she.