“Maybe you should take the riders seat for a while son, and get your strength back” he said with a grin, all the while checking out my still impre...sive meat hanging down my right leg. “Ya—for sure”I jump up and walk over to the sinks, and splash some water on my face. It was pretty hot inside the rest room, and I just noticed the sweat pouring from my pits, which were stinkin now even worse than this morning. I raised my left arm up to take a deep whiff--”DAMM” was all I could say. I noticed a. No chickening out now. Ricardo leads me down a long hallway. There are doors left and right, each with a sign outlining a theme. My eyes linger on "Fairy Tale Land." A vision of Goldilocks being fucked by the big bad wolf leaps into my mind. Or, I'll huff, and I'll puff, and...Ricardo is laughing at the look on my face. "Maybe next time you try that room?"My tongue lies bloated in my mouth."Come," he says, gently touching my arm. His breath tickles my neck, and my face burns red. His lips brush. I tried. For so long, I tried to make it work, at least until the twins were of age, but it's over. It's all over, sweetheart. Your father's leaving me, but I don't blame him. He has every reason to leave me. I tried to be a good Christian wife and mother, but I failed. I just hope that I can still go to Heaven, but he thinks that I was never truly saved, that I will go to Hell, and that this is proof of it. I'm a bad, terrible, awful woman. Such a sinner, such a whore. I'm a Jezebel and I'm. Maybe "big dick energy" was real and that's why he had so much confidence.Eventually we moved in together in college, and lived together a little after as well. Those years were full of him bringing home girls. I would never bring any home. He didn't really talk about it, but we would often joke about how much of a slut he was.Things changed when I finally got a girlfriend. She was actually someone we knew from when we were younger. She was always close to both of us. Her name is Ashley. A.