"He was a big part of your life, and you're bound to miss him, especially at night when you'd usually be cuddled up against him. You're likely to have...many little moments like these, and whenever you do, know that we're here for you." There's just this giant hole in my heart and in my soul, knowing that he won't be there for me, and ... and knowing that I wasn't there for him either." Now that's just not true," David said, not able to keep himself from trying to correct things. "You'd been. Hicks,” I told her. “He was promising that promotion to more people than just you and he was leveraging favors or extra work from others.”She paled. “You mean, he would have wanted me to...” she trailed off in horror.“Specifically, I was assigned extra work in order to keep me busy while my wife was enticed to perform sexually for the stated purpose of furthering my career here. The men that were fired were served with lawsuits for helping to destroy my marriage. I can’t say what Mr. Hicks’. Maggie was standing under her mother, at the spot where she can look up inside her mother’s dress, when Bart said to his mother: “Mom, I need the bathroom as I need to pee.” Marge said; “Honey, I love you to be here…but I have something instead.” Marge rushed to kitchen and came back with a large metal bowl container. Marge said; “Honey, pee into this.” Marge held her son tight as he peed as hard as he can. Marge slid her hands under Bart’s jacket and around his waist. She and Bart kissed. He looked away from me. Fuck!“Come on,” I ordered.I took him to the trainers’ office and found Jill and Becky with their feet up on the desks and cups of coffee in their hands. They looked at us and I smiled.“You both will thank me later,” I said, which confused them. “Show them your dick.”Wolf made a move to bolt, but I grabbed his arm.“Listen, dumbass. If one of them sees it, they’ll both want to see it. Trust me, this is your best option to lessen the embarrassment,” I said.“Yeah, show us.