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A week passes after Sheryl moves in with you. Mysteriously your daughter seems to be ok with Sheryl sleeping with you. Your daughter’s mother and you have been estranged for over a year now.

Sheryl is resolute in wanting you. Regardless though, the act of leaving home and her the protection of her parents apparently scares her a great deal.

You hear Sheryl trying to hold back tears and sobs. You slide into the covers with her and hold her tenderly.

Dinner was cooked and on the table waiting for you as you got home from work late. Sheryl had gone to bed before you got home from work late.

“Love, what is wrong?” You are honestly confused what is causing Sheryl distress.

The lower lip is bit by Sheryl as she still seems very **** to mention anything. She is a Filipina, which is a foreign culture to you, so you can only imagine what burdens she may think she is required to shoulder alone.

“I love you Sheryl. That means I want to share my life with you. I want to face every situation ‘with’ you.”

Sheryl’s eyes flash open as she searches your own expression. She smiles faintly but seems **** to talk about it.

“Please love, tell me what I did wrong. You can always tell me anything.” You declare.

“Are you going to divorce your wife? So that we can get married?

The question seems to come out of nowhere at first. However, after you think for a moment you remember your daughter mentioning that Sheryl is devoutly spiritual and her parents are Roman Catholic.

“Absolutely, I will get it taken care of tomorrow.” You kiss Sheryl’s lips lightly and see joy color her expression. She responds and deepens the kiss with a surprising amount of passion. She is normally very quiet, reserved…, and gorgeous like a lithe elven girl.