What happens when a good Italian Catholic girl tells her husband that there is another bambino on the way? Thanks to soggyacres for a kernel of truth in this story.
A Cliche Story All of the cheating stories have their clichés - I came home unexpectedly - she (or he) stopped or slowed way down on sex - he (or she) started using anything for an excuse to start an argument - bills from hotels that you had not been to - gas receipts from areas that your spouse wasn't supposed be in. They are clichés because any and all of them have happened enough that they become somewhat commonplace reasons for adulterous divorces. Mine happened just that way.
Cassie has been cursed. However, she thinks she's found a way out. Will seizing on a technicality nullify its most restrictive aspects and allow her to enjoy sex the way SHE likes it? And, if so, must she first take advantage of those around her?