You had even been looking for a girl to spend your life with, but had seemingly missed her the first thirty or forty years of your life. You told me h...w my hobbies were just those very same that matched yours, but more than that you were looking for a woman with the same sexual interests as yourself. Ok, so you piqued my interest. I had to know more, so I asked, "What all are you interested in doing sexually?" You were open with your answers, but they were a bit out in left field, from what I. The next was angling to the left of them to move around to the side. The third platoon was going to the right and we came to our feet to follow the first in. I was still on the right wing and searched the distant tree line.I kept glancing around us and realized none of the villagers were in the fields. In fact when I looked towards the village I did not see anyone. That was not normal, someone should be out and letting everyone else know we were there. In the large pasture I saw a few animals. After dinner and drinks we moved to the bar to see either of us could make this happen. I no longer sat down, the manager was over with us, arm around my back asking if he could get me anything. I ordered three shots an we all slammed them followed by many more. I was drunk and Skippy was pretty far gone as he asked the waitress if she was interested in having a few and he was turned down. I made Skippy pay for the shots and told the manager he could make it up to us later. I wrote our address. I kept making excuses. I kept trying to figure out what I had done to cause this. I kept pinning this shit back on me ... but the truth was that it wasn't me. This had been going on long before I came into the picture. She'd fucking said so ... but I didn't want to hear that did I? No. I fucking didn't want to believe that anyone I loved could fucking rip my fucking guts out and watch me slowly bleed to fucking death.As always I was willing to bear the brunt. I was willing to be the fucking.