“Listen, come over for dinner. We miss you.” Her voice turned soft and I couldn’t refuse.“I’ll be there. Can I bring anything?”“Bring th...at new assistant of yours. You might as well break her in right and the girls are all up in arms about you having a personal assistant that they haven’t pre-approved.”“Hmm ... but I like her. I don’t want them scaring her off.”“Be here by seven, David, and bring some clothes.” Sophia said, sending me a kiss before disconnecting.I looked up and Abby was leaning. He finished the living room and was resting. Sue came in and saidcleaning the dishes was part of cleaning so he could do the dishesfrom now on. He didn't think that was too much to do. Sue startedwondering what else he could do.The next day at work Sue couldn't help but try to think of things hecould do. She thought about having him do the laundry and cooking.She decided he could do both. She wondered how she could make himsuffer a little. Then she got an inspiration. She was going to stopon. I just wish that I had gone back and insisted on a damn tubal!” Aaron’s mother explained to me.“It wasn’t just you, Lizzie. I fucked up, royally, by declining the vasectomy. I should have stepped up to the plate and offered my balls to the knife, not in the castrating sense, of course. But the V. I should have fixed it for good. It was the biggest mistake of my life. Our marriage would still be strong and we could have adopted another child to be Aaron’s baby brother or sister. I’ll have to own. There is no way he didn't tell his friends to "go too the toilet and check on the girl after" probably emphasizing the second part.Her little tits and permanently erect nipples were no longer a secret, since they were on full display, along with the padded bra and cleavage enhancers that were laying on the floor next to the bed, and her landing strip was now not just an intimate thing only we shared, it was known about by everyone that came back that night.That night, I had possibly the worst.