I can’t do that. I can’t live like that, Douglas.” I stand up. “Let this be the last time we see each other,” I say coldly, even though my...heart keeps breaking. I walk away, tears running down my face. “Jenny!” he calls out. I walk faster and wipe my tears. He catches up and grabs a hold of my wrist and turns me around to face him. He does it fast; his lips is on my lips and he holds my face tight, not letting go. I try pushing him, but he is too strong. He licks my lips and I try to push. Do you have any problem with this agreement?"Marsha was crying and said, "Only that you won't be here. I really do love you Roger, I didn't realize what I had till I lost it. I really fucked up good. Do you plan on divorcing me Roger?" I need time Marsha, I need lots of time. This isn't just a story about a cheating wife. It's about real people in a real world. I don't know what the future will bring, but I'll have to deal with it.I leaving it up to you to tell our sons about our breakup. I'll. Matt pulled the blanket from Brian’s hands and they left him there, nude and asleep. Chapter 3, The Assault Suddenly Brian felt a sharp pain in his ass! It was daylight, he was naked and not in his bed at the fraternity! He sprung up and was confronted by a big boned 40ish woman holding a broom like a sword, poking it at him, yelling. ‘You pervert son of a bitch, get the hell out of here or I will call the police.’ Brian didn’t know what was going on but he knew he had to get out of there.. “Dangerous scumbags,” Jessica reminded her. “Stick with Simon.”“I count about twenty thugs,” Haley noted. “So, yeah. Fifteen minutes?”Jessica removed her jacket and stashed it aside with the binoculars. Both of their ‘fighting gear’ consisted of dark workout attire: athletic tank tops and stretch pants. If not for the black face scarves, taped hands and shin-guard boots, people would be forgiven if they mistook that two young women were heading to a yoga class rather than about to take on a.