"Oh, SHIT!" Collin exclaimed. "What, 'oh, shit?'" I asked, startled. "We forgot to get gas and now the fuel light is on to warn us. I guess we ran th... engine too much to keep warm." "We can go back to town and buy some more," I suggested. "It's too far, we'll never make it." Shelly and I looked at each other with a wicked grin. "The Log Cabin Motel is about five miles back. If we can make it there, we can buy some gas or have some brought to us," I suggested. "Alright, we can make it there,. ’ ‘It’s nothing really. I just have been trying to figure something out.’ ‘Well, you have me worried dear. Care to enlighten me at all? Something has been bugging you.’ ‘Well, I think we need a trial separation Carl.’ I sat there shell shocked. Had she hit me with a baseball bat I would have been less surprised. A trial separation? Where the hell had that come from? ‘A trial separation? What are you talking about?’ ‘Don’t yell Carl. I just…it’s just that I feel…’ ‘What?’ I was having a hard. My legs were splayed so it wasn't hard to find but I still would need to apply pleasure... I meant pressure to open it up. There I was. Earlier this day the slightest penetration of my fuckhole had filled me with fear of my own body, but now I felt ready to explore my sanctuary. I took a deep breath before slowly inserting pointer and middle finger to their halves. I already was all slimy, what my fingers felt was not water but my very own juices, still it felt incredibly embarrassing to have. How long have they been seen together?” I tried my best to appear calm and not fumble my words even though I was buzzing with anger.“Simon,” Susan said and then let out a hopeless sigh. “Quite a while. They are seen together most of the time. Anyone new can easily mistake them for a married couple.”Along with Susan’s words, my heart sank. I was fighting to hold back my tears. The knife in my gut was being twisted more and more as I heard Susan speak about their intimacy. I always thought that.