Our relationship was less materially complicated. But it got more elaborately twisted. It was sex, sure. But over time, our adultery evolved."If I did...'t have you," she told me one time, "life would be unbearable. You and me, our time together, that brings me the only joy in my otherwise shitty life."Leave, I would say."I can't divorce him. Why? Are you going to marry me? No? I didn't think so. On my own, I'd have to move into the ghetto, live next to gang-bangers and rapists." You can live in. Mom and I looked out through the front door window and saw an SUV parking in front of the porch. We opened the door just as Wynter jumped out of the passenger side of the car. Then, a tall red headed man stepped out of the driver's side and he looked just like me. At least an older me.It was my Dad. I could feel Mom stiffen beside me. I was hoping this would go well. I wasn't at all sure. Then Wynter flung herself into Mom's arms and I knew everything would be alright as Mom smiled that. " We said nothing more until we reached the club. Dad pulled up front and gave the valet the car keys while I slid out the other side, giving the other valet a good leg shot at the same time. I guess I'm still not as graceful as I need to be. We walked in and saw Howard, his wife, and their son and daughter at the table. I was seated next to the daughter, who was my age. Her name was Sara, her brother's name was Brian, who was about 15. Introductions were made all around, and Sara, who clearly. If she hadn’t held up the line, I would have never caved in the first place. My charity rarely surmounted the occasional purchase of Girl Scout cookies. At least this way, I could avoid giving her my address. ‘Okay,’ Amber agreed before she filled her mouth again. She was eating rather quickly. I wondered how much of it was actually getting chewed. I took a sip of my blessed sugar, dipped a fry and chewed it slowly. ‘What do you do for a living?’ I asked, trying to stay off the homeless and.