"You're going to have to make up for that tonight." Count on it," I said, still amazed at the difference in my ex-wife's behavior."I see you met Paul....He's a real character." Yeah, you could say that all right," I agreed."Christie is my best gal friend. We share everything." Everything?" I asked with a raised eyebrow."Well, almost everything." That would account for Paul's crack about me being allowed back into the house." Oh, don't pay any attention to him. He likes to pretend he knows. The end of the bed was against my shins. All that I had left on was a pair of thin satin string bikini panties. A pale peach that probably had a large darker spot between my legs by now."What now? Should I take my panties off?" His head was against one of my pillows and all I got was a 'wadda ya think?' sort of look. "Tell me, Zach. I really want to hear you say it." God, Rach, please take your panties off."That's all it took and my panties were off in a flash. I reached down and got them. He pulled out his kettle and filled it with some water from the kitchen sink. He turned on the stove, and placed the kettle on the burner to warm the water up. Searching the cabinets, he pulled out the instant hot chocolate, a spoon, and a coffee cup placing them on the counter beside the stove. He had to wait for the water to get hot, so he decided to go watch news in the living room. He sat in the chair and watched as the news was talking about another major airline crash, in which there. I fell back on the bed (which wasn't the wisest thing to do because it hurt my back) and tried to get my head around ... Oh fuck no! Don't tell me I'm fucking blind and crippled!!!I immediately started to feel sorry for myself ... Then I remembered the look on the faces of the hostages I saved. And then I began to really think ... Well, it was a small price to pay for those kids! Hell, one of them might even go on to become someone famous ... And me, well I fucked up royally ... Yeah, the.