..”Sally finished his sentence: “I know that’s it’s not our fault. So why do we feel guilty?” She then burst into tears, taking a tissue and...holding it to her eyes.Mike shrugged and chose his words carefully. “It’s possibly because as we were the innocent dupes; we were the good guys in our marriages and they were the bad guys. Even so, I don’t feel they deserved what happened to them.”Mike’s mind drifted back to the evening of the confrontation. After Nicki had left their, or rather what had. I was savoring what was about to happen."Mow the lawn."Oh, come on! This is too fucking much!But I did what I was told. I mowed the fucking lawn and didn't rush to make sure I didn't burn the edges. I emptied the clippings into the dumpster at the back of the yard, cleaned the underside of the lawn mower with a putty knife like Dad did, and used a rag to polish the top before putting it away with the cord neatly coiled.Finally! Now it was my turn.I entered the house through the back door which. I then made my way downstairs. I sat in the grand hall waiting for 20 minutes. The whole time wandering just where we were going and how Alicia would look in that dress. She had been dressed mostly in business wear since we got back, and in denim shorts and a white t-shirt during the move. So I did not know what she looked like in formal wear. The dress looked damn good unoccupied. She called down: ‘Here I come, are you ready?’ I got up and walked to the base of the stairs and replied: ‘Yes, of. My father left us when I was 4. So Mum was it that taught me everything, and she did a great job raising me. Mum and I got along great. We were bestfriends, she kinda spoiled me. I loved the way she would wake me up. She'd climb into bed with me and gently scratch my back and rub my belly. It felt so good that I wouldn't want to get up. I slept in my underwear, I would always have to hide my morning hard-on from her. It was a bit awkward and uncomfortable. However, by the time I was fully.