The overall tone of the call was not friendly, but that was partly my fault and may be what changed her mind. I wished I had handled the call better. ... wondered what she was she so pissed at me about and was that the real reason for the call? I wondered if I was better off not knowing what was really on Abby's mind.For the next two months I kept myself so busy that I hardly noticed the time passing. Then on the first Monday in May my promotion to Junior Partner was announced. It was a big day. Figured. It’d been one of those nights. She reached for the guitar that wasn’t there. Felt naked without it. She thought about begging to him to go back. Thought better of it. Her life or the guitar her mother had sold hers to buy. The answer was simple enough, right? “Finally awake?” he asked. “Course. Slept just like a princess, asshole.” He turned the dial, the music powering in. Duke Ellington. Smartass. “Finally did some detective work, huh, Marshall?” She saw the smile in the mirror,. I drank wine at nine with my evening meal, and was always in the company of people a lot older than myself, yes it was fun being all grown up but at that level, and with these people, sex was always bubbling under the surface and I was beginning to have breast buds and pubic hair, so my bodily journey into puberty had started and as if I needed a defining moment to confirm this, I experienced my first orgasm at the breakfast table, memorable only because I wet myself in the process.My cousin. But, the fact that she was holding a fine man as him in her marital possession really had my mind blown. "Were looking at porno's honey", she explained and I let him know why. He is aware that I am a gay male, but any dude that has yet to be introduced might be a bit weary of ANY guy looking at porn with his wife when he is not there to oversee the whole scenario. He did not seem to care. Instead he sat by me in a swivel chair and we conversed over the next hour and a half as his wife drifted.