I’m not really sure why we’re still together sometimes.  The sad thing is I’d rather humor John’s masturbation, than have sex with him, which is partially why I think he assumes I like it.  You know, he actually e-mailed me a video of himself doing it about a week ago.  All I could see was a hand and a white Kleenex, then some basic movement, not even really any sound.  I immediately sent the video over to Missy, and her response was that she hoped John was bigger than what the Kleenex seemed to suggest. 

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