Sophia pouted, thinking Adam would coax her as before, but this time, Adam simply refastened his belt, his voice indifferent: "I have some data to process; you sleep first."
Sophia was utterly baffled.
She watched Adam put his pants back on and leave, sitting alone on the bed in a daze, unable to process it for a long time.
What the hell was this?
And what was with these two personalities?
She had prepared herself to passionately make love with whichever personality emerged, yet neither one fucked her?
What a waste of her perfectly fuckable little meat pussy: tight, wet, and especially good at clenching...
Sophia grew angrier the more she thought, and in her anger, she fell asleep.
She did not know when Adam slept. The next morning, however, she saw him on the balcony, with a pile of cigarette butts at his feet.
Her husband had not smoked in years; what was going on? Has the second personality emerged again?
