''''wooooo dude stop what the fuck stop''pulling me on my stomach on his lap, my arm in my back holding them in place''im so done listening to your ex...uses , i told you, Slap slap Slap, oh no you dont get away from this ''''dude dude wtf stop please ahhhh ouchhhh ouchhhh fuck man your crazy ''my sweat pants down ass up him just smacking it holding my arms with his big toned hand''you gonna start to listen , im so fucking done with that attitude ''slaping my ass hard making me yell for him to. ‘You have to go into the garage for the stairs. I have only one car, so there would be room for yours if you decide to stay. It isn’t much, two rooms and a bath, but there’s a small kitchenette in the living room with a refrigerator, sink and hot plate.’ ‘I don’t need much space. And a garage would be great.’ Cathy would have killed for a place like this when she was an undergraduate. Like the house, the garage was brick, Tudor style, with slate roof and dormers. The apartment was small, room. There was a blonde woman at the end of the bar with her back to me and, when she turned I realized the woman was none other than Linda. My lifelong brunette wife had her dyed blonde for the occasion. She was dressed in a low cut, high on the thigh black dress that emphasized her ample breasts. She looked sexy as hell. I watched her from a distance for a couple of moments. I was just about to send a drink her way when I noticed a man approach her at the bar. He ordered a drink for himself and. "I couldn't go against your will, kid, so I stayed aside. This was notbecause of disregard and disrespect but because of love and esteem."There was another pause."So what do you say? What's your decision, kid?" he asked again.I hesitated. Not that I hadn't what to say. I realized suddenly that myfather's situation was much much much worse than mine. I realized what ananguish was our family and how miserable were my father and I in it. I wasin shock, in so great shock that I couldn't cry. It was.