So, we met with her and she told us, that before she could help I had to spend one month writing down the names of everyone who even slightly mad me a...ngry. So I did. For one month, anytime anyone even slightly angered me even a little bit, I wrote their name in my book. If it was a person I did not know, I had to ask their name, and so on until one month passed and I had a whole book of names. She thumbed threw the book and asked me, are they all men? I said yes, is that ok? She said it perfect. I would quite often stay bent over for longer periods than needed when no one was around to allow him to get a better view of my assets.I thought it was a harmless bit of fun, and I wasn't hurting anyone as he didn't have to look if he didn't want to.Things changed halfway through the day as I noticed Paul would keep sending my son off to the far end of the garden to collect things so he could follow me into the kitchen and get me on my own for a while, first he just rubbed his hand or arm. 'Not wanting to disappoint her, I complied and soon felt the familiar tingling in my balls before filling her with my infertile seed.Laura barely gave me time to catch my breath when she mentioned she wanted to try out my shower and we stumbled across to the bathroom. I tried to suggest using the whirlpool instead as I'm not sure if it was the altitude or traveling, but I felt completely beat and it sounded more relaxing. Laura insisted on using the shower instead.We briefly fooled around, but. " Unchanged," he muttered."A little better than that, I hope," I said. "Stable enough that she could stand the move, anyway. OK, I guess that's about the best I could expect from you. I won't push anything about the body."He coughed. "Uh, Larry, I'm sure you understand that you'll need to keep what's been said here completely quiet," he went on. "I mean completely. If you tell anyone, anyone at all, well..." I know, I know," I said sourly. "I'll keep it zipped. Is there going to be some kind of.