She approved several dresses, blouses, skirts, and pants and put them into the cart. She turned to me and asked, “Do we have a money limit on our sh...opping, Jack?” I laughed and told her, “Not for you, Darling, you get everything you need or want from me.” My namesake looked at me with fire in her eyes and I knew she was thinking of our earlier conversation. She bought underwear, socks, and several pair of shoes. The one thing I did suggest was a beret. She looked so stunning with it on, and I. He (Marc) was working for a company that was doing a contract with her company and was in town for the next two weeks. Marc was unique since he was the second caucasian guy that she ever dated yet the only one that she truly liked. By the second week, I still wasn't getting shit. Whenever I went to the adult theaters, I just couldn't jerk off or nothing. It just wasn't the same like it was back home. I would call my wife to see how she was doing with Paul, to which she says that they would text. I smiled and walked past him and down the hallways to his daughters room. He followed me into her room. I had him sit on her bed while I went into her closet and picked out some stockings and a sheer top. then went into her hamper and took out a slutty g string that had cum stains on it. I took off my top and bottoms and started to put on his daughters lingerie. I pointed out the cum stains and said “Did you know your daughter is a slut?” He looked at me like I was joking. “I was there a couple. Who else am I supposed to put away?" You're missing the point, Betty. You've got these abilities of yours for a reason. You can't just waste them! You're throwing away an incredible gift, and a chance to actually do something that will make a difference in this world. I can't believe you just want to go back to your old life, and pretend like nothing has happened."Betty gnawed her lip. She knew Peter had a point, and that perhaps she had acted too hastily. But still... "Peter, I have all this.