Societies. Courts. The intrusive ‘Media.’ We judge the marriages of our friends. Our neighbors. Co-workers. Casual acquaintances. Cel...brities we don’t even know.And we are always wrong. Even when we’re right, we’re wrong, because our opinions are based on inadequate information. Marriages are too complicated and too subtle. They turn over the years on words said and unsaid, tones, pauses, touches gentle or rough, welcomed or shunned, sex or lack of it, money or lack of. "Don't worry about the forest, you hear," Pelle told them. "I'll teach you all you need to be safe here. See that brook? It flows through my clearing. We have good, fresh water all the time."The wagon tumbled madly over the path, and they all had to hold on."We're almost there," Pelle continued. "See! That's my cabin. And there, Matthias, that is my coal pile."Pelle stopped the wagon, and with Tjark's assistance, backed it against the lean-to that served as shelter for the horse and the donkey.. " Fuckin' faggot!! Lay on your back, bitch"I laid on my back on the bed, and then he climbed on me and parked his haired ass on my face. The stink of his ass was heavier than garbage, I wanted to sniff it for an hour, I wanted to die under his ass, I wanted him to suffocate me with his smell.. but that wasn't what he wanted. While he relaxed, and started to stroke his dick again, I started to worship his filthy asshole with my tongue, trying to take deep sniffs of it before it would get clean. They stayed with us to make sure we were safe and during this time Mike and I became very close in those six months, in fact we were planning our wedding just as soon as my divorce was finale in three weeks. Then it happened as I was sitting in the apartment waiting for Jim, Mike and his brother Sammy to come in from work, Macy was playing with the girls and then my phone rang and I heard my brothers voice crying. “You need to get to the hospital. They were run down.” He cried into the phone..