The perfect women you stroke to, you serve, they aren’t the ones distracting you from the most important relationship. Quite the opposite. You may lie to her for me, stroke for me, text me, love me, worship me, it doesn’t matter. She may be your wife but that doesn’t make me the other woman. No, no, no pet. I’m not the other woman, she is. You like the sound of that don’t you? Imagine how much easier it will be to betray her, to villainize her. She is utterly clueless as to what is actually happening and if she found out of course she would paint me a certain way but we would know the truth... Show more