”“What children?” I looked around the room and pretended to look surprised.“Our future children, I mean.”“What future children?” I maint...ained my surprise.“We planned to have children, three children. We even decided on names for them.”“Well, I guess now they’ll be called Bastard One, Bastard Two and Bastard Who-Gives-A-Fuck. Because I’m guessing they’ll be born out of wedlock if it happens any time soon. Besides, I call bullshit, bullshit and total bullshit on that idea. You whored yourself out. But patience is a virtue sure enough and with Jan an absolute reward because she would want her usual foreplay as much as I and the mere thought of her enjoying her grape and black cherry extravaganza with a side salad of pumpkin juice was definitely not to be missed. I’d just chill as he wanted me to and enjoy her love play, the tease of the balls with a palm full of crushed grapes, the feel of her warm lips tasting of cherry wine moulding mine, the tease of her tongue slithering mine in her. Rick looked at her as if to say 'shut up' but she kept on going. "Because if it is, we're screwed?" Rick pushed his head back into the pillow and sighed, "No it's not her." "Oh," was all she could say. "Why oh?" Kay asked. "Because she doesn't like to share." "Is that what happened to the last night manager?" Rick nodded and said, "Mary told the board and then Julie was gone." "What's your name?" Kay asked the girl. "Emma." "Well Emma, you seem like you know what's. I’m not sure. I will come to church with you later, though. Will you be changing, Dear?” Mary smiled.“Yes, don’t worry; however comfortable these clothes are, I shall wear something more appropriate in God’s House.”Tommy returned shortly afterwards. He at least was appreciative of the way Mary looked, although he thought it more prudent not to say so.“I’ve got you an iPod and I’ve got all our stuff on my computer upstairs so I’ll put a kind of greatest hits selection together for you. I’ll also.