"I suppose I could cut back on my bad habits. Would you up my allowance if I dropped down to a pack a day-dogs not cigarettes?"

Jack fought a smile, hell, he fought back a belly laugh. God, was she nervous.

"All right, I'll drop cigarettes, too. I'd drop to one pack cold turkey-the butts, not the mutts.

I'd have to taper off of the extra pack of mutts, maybe drop one mutt a week. I could give up poodles altogether-the little ones, not the big ones."

Damn, was she nervous. Jack was dying and had to figure the square root of three in a hurry. After a few tense minutes to regain composure, he walked back to his desk and took his seat. He leaned back in his leather chair, studied his nervous slut, then said, "I'd like a little honesty in our relationship. Sit like a slut and then we'll discuss Heather."

Sue eyed him critically, relieved that divorce wasn't mentioned. The marriage didn't seem in jeopardy.

She relaxed considerably, not sure why he wanted to see her slut pose. She decided to humor him. She unbuttoned two more buttons on her white blouse, then sat with her knees a foot apart, her beaver aimed at her gawking husband. Jack gawked at his wife's denuded pussy for several long seconds, then said, "All right.

What about Heather?"

"I think she's in heat."

"What do you mean by that?"

"She's horny and wants to get fucked. She's in heat. I know the signs."

"I'm sure you do."

"Jack, we have a crew painting the house and this job looks like it will last through June. Heather is the reason they're taking so long. She has been flirting with these guys after school and all day every Saturday since they started. Last Saturday, she worked with them all day while wearing a short skirt and no panties. When school lets out, she'll be part of the crew, and this crew is a nasty bunch-five men painters, two lesbian paper hangers, and the paper hangers have a very horny dog."