My latest pleasure is a monthly visit to the same salon and the same married hairdresser. She looks so happy working beside her husband, but I know something he doesn’t: her cycle. I have recorded every detail in a notebook, and my calculations say today is exactly when she ovulates. I marked the date on my calendar and booked this appointment just for it. Watching her supposedly I-cup breasts sway whenever she moves her scissors makes me desperate to grab them. The moment her husband looks away, I want to whisper, “Today is when you’re most likely to get pregnant, isn’t it?” She has such a sexy body, and I imagine ovulation has already made her horny. I want to pump her full of my hot cum before her husband can and wipe that cheerful smile from her face. I’m going to rape her.