I got no wife and no brats. Life should be sweet. So why does everything I see fill me with bitterness? I hate what I’ve become. Folks, I’m not go...ng to lie. I cry as I write these words. I feel so disappointed in Wendy. I loved her, you know. I’ve always been honest with her. I told her that I was bisexual. And she seemed okay with it. We moved in together and raised a daughter together. A daughter who wasn’t really mine. How life is sweet. I never thought shit like that could happen to me. I. I know that is going to hurt. Maybe she'll let me get drunk before she does it, if I'm lucky.I was deep in thought, but finally drifted off to sleep. I dreamed of cocks all night long. Big ones, little ones, white ones, black ones. I was being fucked in all three holes by all kinds of cocks. And I even was fucking dogs and sucking their cocks. One dog even fucked me in the ass. I wondered if Toby could get his knot up my ass. I bet that would hurt, but in my dream it fit.I woke up rested having. Three of those days were spent travelling from Damietta, via Mansoura, to Timsah and then to the east bank of Lake Timsah. The travel party consisted of me, Captain Guest, and Yusuf El Mekky mounted on horses supplied by Sayeed, and Hassan, a young lad who was a nephew of El Mekky’s late wife, mounted on a donkey. Crudwright and the ladies were conveyed in a two horse- drawn carriage. Six Provincial Guards, mounted on camels, brought up the rear of the party.It appears horses and camels are. She looks like she’s searching for words: “I really do appreciate all the work you’re doing for me. I know it puts a lot of strain on you.” I didn't expect Ava to say that. I’m stopping my wiping motion and looking at her face: “It’s nothing darling. I’m gladly caring for you.”“Thanks dad. It’s just…” Ava is looking for words again: “I’m missing the warmth I got from mom. I’ve already mentioned this before. Mom and I, we bonded, especially when we did our nudist activities together. She hugged.