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Let him masturbate
As long as he’s discreet
She came home one day. The house was silent.
“Babe?” she called. She put the groceries away in the kitchen. Where was he? She walked to his office. She knocked.
“In a minute,” he said. His voice sounded… weird. Muffled somehow.
She pushed open the door.
And caught him. Computer playing, pants off.
She was horrified. They had a fight. She called me later in tears.
“How could he do that to me?” she asked.
“He wasn’t doing it to you,” I pointed out. “I guess that’s the problem?”
But was it?
“Does he listen to you when you need to talk?” I asked her.
“He’s pretty good about that,” she admitted.
“Do you have fun date nights?”
“Yes, but he won’t go to the theater.”
“Move along,” I said. “That’s your excuse for a girls’ night. Does he take care of business in bed?”
“Well…”
“You just talked to me about his jacking off,” I said. “Now you’re turning shy? I don’t want details, just… are you happy with your love life.”
