"Because I love you? Because I want to spend time with my wife and woman I love!? Because I'm trying to be a supportive husband trying to be positive I'm rubbing salt in your wounds!?" When she punched him he grabbed her and easily grappled her to the ground where he pinned her there. "And you fought me! And I am sick of always being your fucking punching bag, Brit! You can fight all of them but I'm done fighting you. Why can't we get jobs? Why can't we go build our own little home and work for a living like normal people? You want conflict? Go work a fucking retail job and deal with stupid customers then! But stop trying to fight with me. You don't want to have kids? Great, we won't talk about it and we won't have any. We can just be happy and comfortable together. Not everything always needs to be a damn fight." He released her from the hold and glared at her. "I don't care about your past. I don't care about the stupid mistakes that you made... I only care about us, about Britomart and Jim. But if you don't..." He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "If you walk away from me again I won't chase you. I... I don't want to fight. If you want to leave me I won't stop. I can't keep doing this." Jim pulled himself to his feet and looked at her. "I want you, Brit. I want to move away from Whisperia's family. I want to start a family with you, have a nice little house, grow old with you somewhere quiet and peaceful. But if you don't want those things don't let me force my fantasies on you."<br/><br/><span style="color: #336600">"Strange. Your Karren must be more adventurous than mine. This one hates being outdoors but suffers through it for Whisperia and Kuro."</span><br/><br/>Karren pulled Whisperia's robes open and buried her face in her lover's breasts.<span style="color: #ff4d4d"> "I want you to pin me down and fuck me like you own me. Like what you did to Nyaka... but maybe less claw marks. I want you to do to me what Kuro did when I thought she could be my mistress. I love every inch of your body." </span>She looked up and rolled her eyes.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"Those two just need to break up. Jim needs to find a nice harpy to settle down and have a couple chicks with, Britomart just needs to go back into the ground like the rusted relic she is."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>