He texted me at 2 pm with: I am really fucking horny and I want you And the conversation, though short, built from there: Me: Oh…well then (blushing face emoji) Him: Sitting on the couch with a hard on sucks Me: Oh…are you home already? Him: Yep Me: I might need you to take kiddo to practice. Not sure how long my pedicure will take, but I will gladly fuck you when he is at practice (various kissy face emojis and hearts) Him: K A few more texts about dinner and drop off times follow, because as a parent, that stuff has a tendency to infiltrate everything, even when you’re trying to be…