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From: Homer Vargas <vargas111@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Principles (Rom, humor, preg)
Date: Sat,  7 Dec 2002 18:10:04 -0500
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Author: Homer Vargas
Title: Principles
Keywords: Rom, humor, preg
Summary: The handsome young ecologist is determined
not to have children; his wife has other ideas.
Redistribution: No restriction except that the story
may not be changed/edited and the title, author's name
and email, and request for feedback must remain
intact.
First Posted 8/10/098
Last Edited 12/07/02

Principles (Rom, humor, preg)
as told to Homer Vargas
Vargas111@yahoo.com

My Josh is a man of strong principles.  That's what
first attracted me to him.  Well, OK, that and his
six-five frame, broad muscled shoulders, tight butt,
gray-blue eyes and a respectable bulge between his
legs.  He was just the yummiest strong-principled man
I had ever seen.

I met Josh at an ecological protest rally.  I had
ducked out from work at the diner where I waitressed
to go down to the Washington Monument that afternoon. 
Seeing on television those poor little baby seals
being clubbed to death right in front of their mothers
just broke my heart.  I mean, how could anybody be so
CRUEL?  Josh was opposed to the seal slaughter, too,
but he was at the protest for lots of other reasons
having to do with the corrupt capitalist system, the
rapacious (what words he knew!) corporate
establishment, and things like that.

I just nodded and gazed through those goofy glasses
into his eyes in the little coffee shop after the
rally.  I could feel myself getting wet as Josh talked
passionately to me about pollution, resource
degradation (another one!) and why it was best that
married couples not have children.  Huh?  He explained
that a baby born in a rich country would use up an
immense quantity of resources in a lifetime.  That's
why we had to stop the world's population explosion.

Ah, population explosion!  Now there was a subject
that engaged my attention.  I had always known I
wanted a big family.  One look at Josh and I knew I'd
never find a better set of genes.  I began planning
for Josh to help me start a little population
explosion of my own.

Besides being yummy, as I have said, Josh also turned
out to be brilliant (I'll bet you could already tell)
and, when I got him a little drunk, quite funny.  Best
of all -- JACKPOT! -- Josh was a totally normal
healthy male that I could turn on like pushing a
button.  It's no credit to me; any girl as top heavy
as me with long raven curls and my tiny waste could
have done the same, but I got him first.

Josh was a little apprehensive on our second date when
I coyly suggested he could come up to my apartment for
a little while.  He might not have done it except
during the movie, when I picked up his hand and put it
up inside my blouse, he felt a nice hard set of tits
and no brassiere.  Playing with my nipples had him
almost as horny as it had me.

It probably wasn't necessary, but I didn't take any
chances.  Just before coming back from the kitchen
with a cold beer for Josh, I ran my hand into my
(surprise!) dripping pussy and painted the glass rim
with my secretions.  Nothing like the smell of a horny
twat to get a guy's engine in gear.  I had prepared
for this evening by wearing a short but not too tight
skirt, a frilly blouse, and no panties.  Of course I
didn't expect a really nice boy like Josh would have
his hands up between my legs as we sat on my couch,
but then I didn't intend for him to be really nice boy
very much longer.

You don't need a blow by blow, do you?.  He drank and
sniffed.  I snuggled.  He felt -- really well.  My
blouse came off and my titties got kissed.  His pants
came down and his prick got fondled.  He diddled.  I
came.  I spent the night fucking his brains out.  When
I felt him get hard again after coming in me a third
time, I knew this was the man for me.

He was happy but embarrassed the next morning to
realize what he'd "made me" do.  (To this day the
lovable hunk thinks he seduced *me*!)  I was in love;
I really was.  It took me about another two months of
fucking Josh's eyeballs out, oops, of "letting him go
all the way with me" for him to realize he wanted to
marry me.

The positive pregnancy test helped a lot.

Josh was upset.  Not that he wasn't in love with me by
then or that he didn't think he could support me.  (He
knew from the start I wasn't the career-girl type.) 
No, he was upset because in principle he was against
couples having babies.  For nine months I heard
anguished laments about CO2 buildup and specie
extinction and resource depletion, (I was learning the
lingo), but there was never any thought of abortion. 
We agreed on that 100%.

I was about seven months pregnant before we could get
the wedding organized.  All of the groomsmen were
Josh's friends, nice, serious young men like him, so
there was none of the ribaldry you might expect at a
wedding where the bride's belly arrived at the alter
before she did.  Of course all the bridesmaids were
*my* friends and so several groomsmen lost their
virginity after (one during) the wedding reception. 
In the following months Josh and I started getting
invitations to weddings and baby showers, not always
in that order.

Not surprisingly, Josh fell in love with Courtney the
minute he picked her up out of my arms and for a while
the environment didn't come up in our conversations
very often.  Josh was so sweet about washing
Courtney's diapers, since he insisted on cloth, not
disposable.  Soon, however Josh found his principles
challenged when his wife was no longer too sore to
start demanding nightly reamings again.  I told him
not to worry, I was breast feeding Courtney, but Josh
didn't trust Mother Nature to keep me from getting
pregnant again.  He thought I should go on the pill.

I promised him I would go see my gynecologist, but
dallied long enough that when I finally did, she just
sent me straight home, saying, "Next time come see me
*before* you start screwing him again."

This time Josh was *really* upset.  Not only had he
violated his principles again, but with a second child
we would have to move to a bigger apartment --more
green space consumed in urban sprawl, energy used for
hot water, more heating and cooling.  My second
pregnancy was an ecological disaster!

You can bet that Josh was more careful after Rachel
was born.  This time he refused to put it in me until
I was safely on the pill.  I put it off a long as I
could hoping he would get tired of just eating me and
getting blow jobs (fat chance!), but eventually I went
back to see Janet.  (I knew I was going to become best
friends with this woman.)  She duly prescribed the
pills, but, after I made her understand exactly what I
had in mind, she grinned and explained *all* the
possible side effects.

Would you believe it?  I suffered from almost every
one.  Sweetie that he is, Josh suffered along with me
from the cramps, the headaches, the hot flashes and
the nausea until he agreed that I just couldn't keep
taking the pill.  (I had never started.)  With some
fanfare I flushed the offending chemicals down the
toilet.  Josh was very sympathetic and said by the
time I was fertile again in a couple of weeks, we
would think of something.  As he held me and comforted
me, I felt the most delicious erection, so I knew what
he was thinking of.  I needed a lot of comforting that
night, about four times, I recall.  I felt much better
the next day.

I reckon Steven must have been conceived during that
night of intensive comforting.  I was shocked,
*shocked,* to discover that a woman's fertility
returns so quickly after going off the pill.  Josh was
incredulous, but Janet explained everything to him.

When I came home from the hospital this time, Josh was
adamant about protection and sent me to get a
diaphragm.  It was a couple of weeks of no-penetration
sex (bo-ring!) before Janet could fit me with the
rubber baby barrier.  There was a mischievous twinkle
in her eye as she admonished me, "Now don't let your
lovemaking get *too* vigorous.  If he bangs you too
hard, this thing can become dislodged.  Then, instead
of keeping the sperm out, it keeps it in."

Good advice, but impossible to follow.  I had been
without real sex for so long that I just went wild. 
When I was on top, I bounced up and down on Josh's
thick prong like a kid on a trampoline.  When he was
on top I cried out for him to pound my pussy harder. 
He is a good pounder and he did promise to *obey* at
the altar.  Josh had several mounts of guilt-free sex
until the inevitable happened.  I had Josh going at me
really good one night when I felt the damned thing
slip out of the way.  One of Josh's sperm wasted no
time in finding one of my eager eggs and we were on
our way to having Beth.

By now Josh realized that he could no longer afford to
work for "Save the Planet" and had to get a "real"
job.  Fortunately, he found a pretty well-paying
position with the EPA.  (He was such a brilliant
attorney, he had his pick of jobs.)  We bought a three
bedroom house out in Oakton, a suburb of Washington,
DC.  That really violated his principles and he hated
having to drive to work in an *automobile* instead of
taking public transport.  But at least he cut the
grass with a rechargeable electric rather than a
gasoline mower.

Naturally, Josh no longer trusted diaphragms so he
resolved always to use a condom.  I laid in a large
supply that I purchased at the Fair Oaks COSTCO hyper
mart.  Believe me, I got an envious look from the
checkout girl when she saw twelve boxes of twenty on
the counter.  Then her eyes got big and she silently
nodded when she noticed Courtney pushing Beth in her
stroller with Rachel and Stevie tagging along.

You've heard the expression, "You get what you pay
for?"  Well, I got a great bargain buying the condoms
in bulk, but they were not of the highest quality.  I
noticed that after Josh had been going at me for
fifteen or twenty minutes, the condom got a little
loose around the base of his cock.  Especially when I
was on top -- we both like that position -- and I was
holding on to Josh's prick to keep it properly aimed,
it seemed there was a danger my hand could easily pull
the condom off by accident.  Wouldn't you know, the
very next time I was middle of my cycle that's exactly
what happened!  We didn't discover until the next
morning that Josh had been going at me bareback all
night long.

Josh is a really smart man (Didn't I already say
that?) and he figured out the problem with the cheep
condoms.  Although we had only used about a hundred
since I bought them a month before, he said just throw
away the remaining ones.  I guess he couldn't figure
out how to recycle them.  While my belly was getting
big with Roy, Josh had time to find a little place in
Vermont that supplied custom made condoms guaranteed
not to slip off.  I really enjoyed helping Josh get
his penis hard enough <g> to make the plaster cast
that was required for a nice snug fit.

What a difference quality makes!  When we started
fucking again a few days after I came home with Roy, I
could tell there was no way these hi-tech jobs were
coming off.  I showed Josh just how glad I was that he
could fuck me as often as he wanted without worrying
about his principles  There was only one problem.  For
some reason these new condoms seemed to have too much
friction.  I told Josh they required a little external
lubricant.  Of course I used what we have the most of
in our house -- baby oil.

Now don't laugh.  *You* may think that everybody know
what baby oil does to latex, but Josh didn't. 
Besides, I had his cock in my mouth at the time and I
don't think he was paying a lot of attention to what I
was rubbing between my legs.  The next morning we
found the expensive condom in tatters and that's the
story of how little Ruth came into this world.  Josh
just shook his head in consternation as to why these
accidents always seem to happen a few days after I've
ovulated.

Well, now Josh gave up on condoms, too and said we
would just have to use the rhythm method.  He signed
us up for a course that explained how to count the
days, take my temperature every morning (I *loved* the
way Josh did that!) and examine my vaginal discharge
for the telltale sighs of ovulation.  I figured out
that the best way for Josh to examine me was with his
tongue.  I could usually come about three times during
each morning examination!

The method really worked for several months, although
it was hard on both of us to go for over a week
sometimes without the old fashioned banging we both
loved.  Josh was always taking a ribbing at work for
having six kids, so he was determined that we should
be out of the baby business and for a few months we
were.

But nothing in life is without risks.  I read in a
health magazine that Josh subscribes to, that one
should always drink water at bedtime and I really
recommend it.  I don't know if it improves your
metabolism, but a full bladder makes early morning sex
*sooo* much better.  It also makes you go the potty
early in the morning and I like to wash, not just wipe
after peeing.  I learned the hard way that this really
screws up the examination for ovulation as it both
removes the mucus that Josh was always looking (OK,
tasting) for, as well as cools off the vagina and
masks the slight rise in temperature that tips you off
that an egg is on the way.  I sometime think Jennifer
with her jet black hair like me and cool blue eyes
like Josh is our most beautiful accident.

Josh had moved up in the EPA by now -- he was GS
something or other -- so we could afford the bigger
house.  Fortunately we found a really big run-down
mansion in Arlington that was actually closer to
downtown that the house we were living in.  Josh was
happy to be able to take the Metro to L'Enfant Plaza. 
We were able to renovate it to accommodate our growing
family.  I oversaw the redesign and had the builders
fix up one bedroom for the older girls -- Courtney and
Rachel, one for the older boys -- Steve and Roy, one
for younger girls -- Beth and Ruthie, and I though a
baby room next to Josh's and my master bedroom would
be handy.  Well, I told Josh it was a 'sewing' room
but we kept Jenny there while I was nursing her.

Our wedding anniversary is always like a national
holiday at our house.  Josh had just gotten another
promotion at EPA and I decided to make our eighth
something special.  For some reason we couldn't
celebrate it on the exact date, but I selected an
alternate day and pulled out all the stops.  I had
arranged for my best friend Marge to take all the kids
except baby Jennifer for the night.  I told Josh to
expect something special for just us two.

Josh's eyes almost popped when he arrive that night
and saw me in my high heels, a daring red miniskirt,
and see through pink blouse.  OK, I admit my hips and
bust are both larger than when we were first married,
but after Jenny was born I worked really hard to get
my waist back down to almost the same.  The bulge in
Josh's pants told me he liked the results.

The table was set with the good silver; two candles
illuminated the dining room; and I had put on a CD of
our favorite love songs.  We sipped wine and held
hands across the table.  I told Josh I loved him more
that ever and that I thought he was the smartest and
handsomest man in the world and the best lover I could
ever dream of.  Josh told me he was still crazy about
me, that I was the prettiest, sexiest woman he had
ever met, and that he'd marry me again in a heartbeat.

We didn't eat a bite of the dinner I had prepared; we
just fell into each other's arms, sobbing our love for
one another.  My skirt never left the living room and
my makeup was ruined even before we got to the top of
the stairs.  We were both tremendously aroused and
almost tore off each other's clothes.  Never had we
made love with such animal passion.  Josh must have
fucked me three times before we fell asleep clinging
together like two love-sick pythons.  My wonderful
husband screwed me once more and ate me twice the next
morning before we reluctantly got out of bed and went
downstairs to have last night's dinner for breakfast. 
We were in the middle of one last quickie on the
living room couch when Marge brought the kids back
around noon.  (Close call!)  Darling Jennifer, as
usual, cooperated by sleeping through the night.

Days later we were still basking in the glow of that
wonderful night.  Josh called me from the office
several times a day to tell me he loved me and I sent
*him* flowers.  His friends at work teased him, but we
both knew they were just jealous that after eight
years and seven children, Josh and I were still in
love like newlyweds.  I don't think either of us gave
a moment's thought to the fact that our anniversary
celebration coincided with my fertile period.  Jeff
was our anniversary present.

Although my periods are as regular as clockwork and as
difficult as it was for both of us, Josh decided we
had to  expand the "safe," no-sex period around my
ovulation date to make sure there wouldn't be any more
slip ups after Jeff.  And when Josh makes a decision
based on his principles, nothing gets in his way. 
Several times during the "dangerous days" I got so
horny I would come on to him.  He was steadfast,
however, and gently put me off, usually by eating me
to a couple of nice orgasms that, for a while, left me
content just to be cuddled by my strong-minded,
high-principled husband.

You would think that we had all the bases covered. 
Well, not quite.  It was one of the *worst* nights
almost exactly two weeks since my period when I am
always really hot.  I had almost raped Josh when we
went to bed, but he pacified me by sucking my tits
really nicely and giving me a good finger fuck that
sent me off to dreamland.  I still must have been
really horny, though, because I had the most erotic
dream.  In it I sat up and looked down at Josh who was
asleep beside me.  He was on his back breathing gently
and the outline of his penis was evident through his
pajama.

Stealthily, I reached into his fly and retrieved the
organ I love so much.  Gently, so as not to awaken
him, I took his cock into my mouth and began to suck
him.  Even asleep, his cock responded to my warm wet
mouth and was soon hard and erect.  The sight, or
rather the feel, made my pussy wet.  I was in a crazy
rut.  Without thought, I straddled Josh and lowered my
pussy over his rampant prick.  Just having it in me
almost made me come, but I started slowly sliding my
cunt up and down Josh's fabulous love pole.

I guess by this time we were both half aware that this
was no dream.  We were really doing it!  But the
delightful sensation of Josh up in me was too good to
interrupt.  I guess he felt the same way, because he
grabbed my ass and started to jamb me down forcefully
against his groin even as he bucked his prick up into
me.  I came first, but only moments later I felt what
seemed like gallons of Josh's come blast into my
hungry vagina.  I awoke some time later still on top
held in a warm embrace by my sleeping husband, his
cock soft, but still nestled inside me.  Oh, I love
that man!

I guess it's a good thing Josh and I are trying our
best *not* to have any more children since we seem to
have so many without trying.  Little William was the
result of our sleepy adventure.  We had another nine
months to figure what to do next.  With me staying
pregnant most of the time, Josh and I probably have
sex a lot more often than most couples our age.  Once
Josh has knocked me up, he feels free to fuck me like
a bunny rabbit, well, at least a couple of times a
night.  I can hardly believe that some women say they
don't want it more than once a week or even less.  I
guess they are just not as crazy in love with their
husbands as I am with Josh, or am I oversexed?

Well, after Billy was born, Josh decided he would have
to sleep on the sofa on our *verboten* nights.  This,
plus strict avoidance of sex during the two weeks on
either side of my ovulation seemed to do the trick. 
Almost a year went by without me getting pregnant, a
record for us.  Of course I still get really horny
during those two weeks, too horny it turns out.

Josh had to leave town because of a major oil spill
off the coast of Oregon during one such 'dry spell'. 
We both felt this was good luck as we wouldn't be
tempted.  As fate would have it, Josh's little brother
Richard was on school break at the time and had come
to Washington to visit friends and see the monuments
and other sights.  I never get tired of showing
visitors around our beautiful city.

For three days I took him to Arlington Cemetery, the
Air and Space Museum, Mount Vernon, the National
Gallery at a dizzying pace.  The fourth day Richard
said let's take a break, he had some letters to write
(probably to his girlfriends, plural I was sure; he's
really a little hunk.)

I kept peeking in at him in those sexy cut-offs, not
able to get over the resemblance to Josh.  Not
entirely innocently I put on a pair of tight shorts
that would make him look, too.  During the afternoon
he told me how grateful he was for the wonderful tour
and that he wanted to show his appreciation.  He had
arranged to meet some of his buddies at a Georgetown
club and asked me to go with him.  "Don't be
ridiculous," I told him.  "I'd be out of place with
your young friends and coeds ten years younger than
I."

"You are the one who is being ridiculous, Sis.  (Yeah,
he calls me 'Sis.')  There won't be a guy there with a
sexier date, I guarantee you."  I guess I am sucker
for flattery, but it was exciting to hear that kind of
compliment from a good looking college kid, so I
agreed.

I tried to dress for the young crowd in a fairly short
skirt and blouse that brought an appreciative wolf
whistle from Richard.  I drove my car (a red two-door
Saturn; the 'family' car is a Cherokee.) to the club. 
Richard, the scamp, had the nerve to look over at me
and then give the valet an exaggerate wink as we got
out of the car.  I was both flattered and embarrassed,
but we had a good laugh at what the valet might be
thinking.

The club was dark and noisy, but we immediately found
Richard's friends and soon we were having a great
time.  Furtively, I checked out the girls in the group
and decided Richard was right; I *was* the cutest one.
 They were younger and very pretty, but they really
didn't yet know how to dress to catch a man's eye. 
Most had on baggy jeans or non-descript skirts with
flats.  None had on much make-up.  I was "dolled up"
in my four inch heels, large earrings and bangles and
I had on enough eye shadow and lipstick to define my
features in the dim light.  Turned out I was the most
popular "girl" there.  All Richard's friends wanted to
dance with me and the night flew by as I drank and
danced and laughed.  Some of the boys became quite
bold in the way they held me close during fox trots
and waltzes, and by the end of the night I was
euphoric... and turned on.  If Josh had been around, I
would have raped him, I ready would.

I noticed that Richard actually danced with me less
than his friends.  Unlike his silly sister-in-law, he
had been careful not to drink too much, so he drove us
home.  I asked him why he had hung back.  "Not shy are
you?"

"Not at all, Sis." and to prove it, he reached over
and drew me close and kissed me.  Wow!  This was one
hard-bodied young man who knew how to kiss.  My
heartbeat accelerated  "I wanted you to see how the
other guys reacted to convince you how special and
sexy you are.  Just showing up with you earned me
dozens of 'stud points,'" he laughed.  "I was the envy
of the other guys and the girls *hated* you," he
grinned.

"Glad to have helped raise your social standing" I
replied.  By then we were home.  Richard remained in
character as my date, coming around to open the door
for me, taking my hand and walking me to the door with
his arm around me.  Once inside I told him good night
and thanked him again for a wonderful evening.

"No good night kiss?" he asked.

I couldn't tell if he was still teasing or not, but I
stepped over to buss him on the cheek, but stumbled
slightly and seemed to loose my balance momentarily. 
Even quicker Richard's arms were around me and he was
giving him more than a peck.  Almost without realizing
it, my mouth was open and our tongues were coiling
around each other.  He was so strong that with one
hand he held me tight against him while his other
began kneading my ass.

I voiced a kind of protest but his mouth covered mine
and his hand was now under my dress and massaging my
backside, coming closer and closer to my pussy.  I was
acutely aware that I was aroused and didn't want him
to find out by feeling my wetness.  It was hopeless. 
His hands were everywhere they shouldn't be and
everywhere I wanted them.  He was like Josh in knowing
how to turn a woman on, but faster.  Soon I was on the
couch with him, sans brassiere, and he was kissing my
breasts and fingering my sex.

"Oh Richard, stop.  I'm so hot.  You're driving me
crazy."

"Crazy enough to fuck?" he asked directly and resumed
his attack on my breasts and pussy.

"NO!.. .  OH!. . . Yes, yes.  I need it" I heard
myself say.

It wasn't rape.  I had been expertly felt up and
seduced and moments later I was rewarded with the
unmistakable sensation of a long hard cock sliding
into my waiting cunt.  I was so wet and it went in so
easily, I couldn't say if it was bigger or smaller
than Josh's, but at that moment it was the most
wonderful thing I had ever felt.

Although he had taken me from a proper wife saying,
"Thank you" for a nice evening to a female in rut in
less than two minutes, once Richard was in me he made
love to me with incredible gentleness.  His long slow
strokes had me quivering on the edge of orgasm for an
eternity before he nudged me over.  But even when I
had orgasmed once he continued to fuck me.  I was
delirious; he was so good.  I have no idea how long he
had me there on the couch or how many times he made me
come before he finally released himself into me.

"Richard!  Oh, Richard, lover" I sobbed and clasped
him to me.  He held me and told me I was the sexiest,
most incredible woman he had ever known as he covered
my neck with soft kisses.  We had finished making love
and now we were ready to fuck.  I let him take me to
Josh and my bedroom and he had me bellowing again and
again far into the night.

The next morning I woke up alone.  Richard was
dressed.  He said he had decided to go back to school
early.  I didn't need to ask why.  As he left, he
kissed me once more and whispered, "I'm not sorry."

"Neither am I," I replied.  There was a tear in my eye
as I watched him get in the taxi to leave.

I wasn't sorry then, but I was later when I realized
that I had let Richard make love to me in the middle
of my period.  I was already past due when Josh
returned.  You'd better believe I fucked him silly
those first few days and tried to muddy the waters
about just where we were in my cycle.  A month later
we knew we were having yet another addition to the
family.

Victoria was something of a triumph for me.  I've
always been partial to the number ten.(My maiden name
is Dewey; I wonder if that has anything to do with
it?)  On the other hand, it was the final blow to Josh
and his principles.  People snickered about the well
known ecologist who had ten children, none past
elementary school.  He never suspected, of course
Richard had cuckolded him -- Vicki looks a lot like
both of us -- but he couldn't figure how I could have
gotten pregnant given my heretofore faultless cycle. 
It looked like it was celibacy or surrender.

Although our house was huge, there was no way to
squeeze in still another kid.  We talked of custom
building on a lot out in Fauquier County, but Josh
hated the thought of the long commute and his
contribution to ozone layer depletion and air quality
degradation.  A few days later, Josh came home to say
he was leaving EPA for a job as VP for International
Environmental Operations with a large petroleum
exploration company.  His job was to keep an eye on
the opening up of a giant oil field in the jungles of
South America.

Three months later we were happily installed in a huge
house in the Miraflores section of the capital.  (Now 
*these* people knew how to build for large families!) 
The older kids were delighted with the American School
and I had Maria and Consuelo to help me with the
house, Rosita to help look after the babies, and Don
Roberto, whom we lured away from the French Embassy,
to cook for us.

Josh turned out to be perfect for the job.  The
project manager, Bull Parker, was used to getting his
way, blowing away previous environmental types.  He
had never run into anyone with principles like my
Josh.  I overheard some of their furious arguments. 
Josh stood his ground and pushed right back.  He made
Bull redesign the access roads, narrowing them by half
and installing drains and culverts so they did not
cause erosion.  If that couldn't be done, Josh made
them take in all the equipment by helicopter.  Bull
Parker fumed that is added hundreds of thousands of
dollars per well drilled, but Josh basically outranked
him in the company and Bull could do nothing.  I was
so proud of my husband and his unbending principles!

In some other ways, however, I think Josh's principles
*are* becoming a little more flexible.  For one thing,
he never asks me about my periods anymore.  He just
fucks me stupid every morning and night -- mid-day,
too, if he can manage to come home for lunch.  For
another, I have noticed that whenever Josh is around,
Maria, Consuelo, Rosita, and even Lupe, Don Roberto's
teen-age daughter, get all doe-eyed as they steal
glances at my Josh's rugged figure, handsome, craggy
face, and salt-and-pepper hair.  And it looks to me
like all four girls have suspicious little bulges in
their tummies.

Just like mine.

Comments, please, to:
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