My manhood is being ripped from me. I receive pain, torture, humiliation, and worse, deceit from the woman I love more than anything in the world. You... told me last night that you didn’t think that you could stay if it were you. The thoughts running through my head as you left were confused, scattered. I was barely aware of the time passing, when you and my former friend came back. But the strongest thought, the one that won out, was of our children. If I left, they would have to go through the. They were dumb stuck to see me with boss as they were not expecting a lady like me to host them. My boss told them to meet me as his secretary. I also greeted them all one by one. They were very happy to hold my hand and feel it.We settled down in round sofa where now I was sitting between my boss and Jack. While Ralf and David were almost to my opposite. First business discussion had happened and they show the interest in our deal. Then there was negotiation was going on for the pricing. Which. ." Oh look," she interrupted, looking down at her breast. "This one's still leaking."I looked. Milk was dripping from her exposed right breast; drop after drop appearing and falling down to her stomach and belly."Oh, drip, drip, drip," she said in a voice of mild annoyance, still looking down at herself. She brought her hand up and cupped her breast, pinching the nipple between her first two fingers and shutting off the flow. "Lyle, be a dear and bring me that glass, would you?" She pointed her. On the plane, they had hugged and thanked him, but he had tried to stay away from them as much as he could, afraid of the bond that might be formed if he allowed his feelings to show. Staying away wasn't an option any longer, whether he liked it or not. Now, he was responsible for them. He stood looking at them, suddenly realizing that he had almost twenty-four hours of beard on his face, and hadn't showered since he had gotten back.Crap, I must smell. I look like shit. They're going to be.