DING DONG! I heard my doorbell. It was 12:30 midnight. Who would it be? My mind was gushing with all the thoughts as I approached to answer the door. ...ING DONG! The bell rang again. As I opened the door, I was shocked to see the person standing at my doorstep. Sarah Sanders, of all people! Holy crap! What was my ex doing at my doorstep at 12:30 am midnight. I scanned her from top to bottom as she stared at me without saying a single word. There was dead silence between us as we just looked at. The morning after the wedding I woke her up with a nice back rub. She seemed to like it but I wasn't sure. I asked if she was enjoying my touch. "Yes very much," she said."Do you want me to rub you anywhere?" I asked."Will you rub my feet?"I really enjoy rubbing her feet. She has very beautiful feet. Nice thin long toes with a high arch. The other reason I like rubbing them is that I get down below her feet and look right up at her asshole and cunt. That is one of my biggest turn-ons. It. I’m just…God, just a couple days ago I was still dodging bullets and IEDs. I slept a little bit on the plane home, but really I was just in a warzone, and it seems like I blinked and now there’s you and me and all this.’ Her fingers ran through his dark, stubby hair, still cut very short as a sign of the occupation he had only left yesterday. ‘I feel a little bad about that,’ she said. ‘Don’t. Monica, I wouldn’t trade this—being with you—for anything.’ ‘I know. I feel the same way. But that’s. You mean as much to me as if I was your biological father. I've loved you from the moment of your conception to now. Omar's your biological father, but that's fine! He's a wonderful man. I regard Omar almost as if he was also married to your mother! There's definitely a bond between the two of them, but I feel it between he and I, as well!"I looked over at my mother now, and she was setting there smiling at me."Your father is right, Omar's your biological father, but, he" (and she meant my.