I gave a soft chuckle. Reggie always pointed out my bruises and bloody lips and black eyes and whatever other bits of damage I came home with. He had ... child's morbid fascination with them. "I know. It's fine. Where's your mom?" She's in her room," Dylan shouted from where he stood watching tv, which was directly in front of it."Lower your voice," I reminded him as I always did."Sorry," Dylan said, only slightly quieter. I shook my head, stuck between amusement and annoyance. Dylan hadn't known. Oh god, Oh my dear god,” I said. “D-Did I kill Daddy?”Holding me even tighter still she said through tears, “Yes, you did. You dropped him with a single shot. The police came. You were in shock, and they took everybody’s statement. They couldn’t put you in jail, and nobody else even knew the gun was in the house, so there were no charges filed and the case was buried deep in the archives of the Provo police department.”“All of that work we did together. You helped only so you could keep me from. Maybe she would invite him in. Maybe he could forget about Amanda that way.He waited until after dinner. He didn’t eat anything. During dinnertime he smelled flavorful foods in the hallway, the scents of cooked meat and lemon pepper invading the floor. He waited until after these scents had dissipated before making his move. He reasoned that the college girl would be much happier after dinner than before, and he also hoped that she didn’t have anyone to share her dinner with.He cracked open his. On this occasion however, my wife did indeed behave inappropriately and although I had mixed feelings, I found it to be very exciting. It was one Christmas Eve and I was sitting in our local pub waiting for my wife, who was at her s****rs and was due to meet me at the pub. After a little while she turned up with her s****r, both in quite high spirits as it was Christmas Eve. My wife looked gorgeous, she had made a great effort and was wearing a quite short black skirt, a pink satin blouse,.