Sometimes I had to use my toes to smush the shit down so it wouldn't be left behind after the nightly shower. I was always tired and didn't want to do... anything, but my own programming forced me to exercise my muscles and brain. My food supply was decreased when I actually started to put on some muscle tone, and several days they must have increased the drugs that made me feel extremely motivationless. But I won that small victory when I continued to exercise and they had returned my dosages. "You aren’t." Her face broke out into a grin. "Good." My head was spinning. Was this really happening? In all the years we’d been together, it never once occurred to me that Carol had been unfaithful. Or that I’d ever, ever, ever be sitting here admitting I’d been with someone else. "I don’t want to lose you." "That’s a good place to start." She kissed me. "Paul, I love YOU. No matter what happens, or what may have happened in the past, you’re the one I want to be with. You’re the one I want to. So it was that we began to have short-term tenants on a regular basis. At first we insisted on only female students given that Helen was a little nervous at the thought of having to deal with males on the loose, so to speak. I was quite happy at her preference for the thought of having other females, especially younger ones, around the house fed my suppressed desires and fantasies. I had another secret (that I believed was unknown to Helen) and that was from my ‘Home Office’ in the loft there. I pulled up the front of her slip and slowly explored the bare skin of her tummy with my palm flat against her loveliness. My fingers combed through the luxurious thatch of hair and I left them there for a time, just toying with her pleasure patch. I felt her smile against my cheek."More." she said quietly, and I slipped down over her mound, my middle finger leading the way to find the top of her crease and then more..."I think you like getting into my pants!" Mmmmm, yessss!" I gasped."Guess.