I sighed. ‘I know it’s sad,’ she whispered. ‘But in a lot of ways he’s the only connection I feel like I have to the world. Like without him..., I just wouldn’t matter or exist.’ ‘What does he get from the relationship?’ ‘You’re his best friend, what do you think?’ ‘I think Jennie likes being a trophy wife and the two of them stopped communicating years ago. So you’re filling the void.’ ‘Maybe,’ she said. ‘But he made his choice. And he loves her. And he wants to grow old with her. I’m just — a. ” She said.“Yeah, I guess, if you care about money. I don’t want anything from either of them, and I mean anything,” I said.“I’m a woman, David, we know about this stuff a bit better than you men. Like I said, you need to dump the baggage and get on with your life. Things will even out in the long run, depend on it,” she said, and then she giggled. I had to wonder what she thought was worth giggling about. I didn’t ask.“Yeah, well, I’m convinced of the truth of that,” I said, but I said it. It was aprinted checklist from a local cleaning service. "Our maids will cleanyour house from top to bottom!" the list began. It had sections for eachroom of the house, with square bullets for various duties. Jennifer hadchecked some of the bullets, and at the end of the list she had written,"Don't think about it, just start with item one and keep going. I'll behome late-afternoon, you should be done by then. Do a good job andthere'll be a reward."Most of it was straightforward light housework.. "It's a tough life, but someone's gotta suffer through it."She rolled her eyes. "You're joking, but not really. You are boob-obsessed. You can take your hands off them at any time, you know. I'm driving!" Hmmm. These are true facts. I COULD remove my hands. And you ARE driving." He pretended to deeply ponder her words, but both of them knew he was just joking around some more while he kept on playing with her body."Turn here," he mentioned, as he lightly brushed his fingers over her pussy.She.