I live by myself so I have the freedom to have my drawers full of what ever I want, and my closet is divide in two. I told Lilia, "are you ready? wh...at is the first thing you want to see?" Your.... your computer, show me Iliana first, show me your pictures."I had the iPad next to my bed, opened up and went to my personal Iliana's page. She was checking the pics in surprised ."Nice boobs, C?" Depends, I love C, sometimes a go beyond C, D, or below to a B... like yours." Tell me how do you. "So you think since I'm a slut, you can fuck me anytime you want?" "Of course! That's what a slut is!" I really didn't know what the problem was. She knew she was a slut, I knew she was a slut. "Well, what if I don't feel like it right now?" Her words were said with that female calculating tone I've heard in the past, right before some bitch would rip me off about something. Cindi obviously thought I wasn't up to her standards! Or maybe she was trying to charge me like she was a prostitute. Get in the back lady. Dude! Do you know how to drive?" I said. I held the back door open. She slid across the big black leather seat. She was on the passenger side looking out the window at the group of guys picking up her husband money. "Yes! Why do you ask kind sir?" he said. "OK! You drive. Take my spare keys. Just put your address in the GPS on the dash. I can't drive after 9pm. I need to take a break before I can drive anyone. It's a taxicab law. I think there coming back. They got all. "You'll be fine," I said, leaning over and kissing her on the forehead. From the bed, she looked up into my face, and smiled weakly. "Go ahead," she replied. "Besides, you need to get out of the house more often. You're always here looking after me. So, go! I mean it. Do your errands, and take some time for yourself, too. Your such a good husband. Thoughtful. Caring. Loving. But you need some time for yourself!"I leaned over her again and kissed her on the forehead, as well as the lips. As I.