But, I was not going to disappear. I was at the least going to be a thorn in their collective sides for the duration. Oh yeah. I was about to call her...and tell her what I was thinking and what I intended to do about it, but, then she took matters into her own hands: she showed up at the warehouse, at lunch time.“Whaddya say, David, let me take you to lunch?” she said. I stared at her as at an apparition, a ghost. There’d been a time when she would show up at the warehouse at lunch time maybe. “Come on, Mrs. Green,” said the man. “You’ve only got the head in. You can do better than that.” “Fuck!” She screamed. “Just- call me Cindy, okay?” “Until your husband gives me what he owes, I’ll call you what I want,” he said laboriously, through steady protracted hip movements. On either side of him, at his hips, the two women fondled and put their mouths on his inhumanly large testicles: on his left, a brunette with a very visible tramp stamp, who looked and moved like a zombie, and on his. Telling people what a dumb bitch I was would only have made our reconciliation more difficult. You never came back and I never told anyone the truth. You were gone and I was living here, so I took the easy way out. I let people blame you.“I’ll tell everyone the truth. You don’t deserve nasty comments or the contempt of people in the community. I forced you to leave. I know a man like you will never be able to accept my actions. You’ll never take me back. I wouldn’t even take me back. I don’t. "What happened?" Amanda asked.Pat told them about the night before. "Wow" Amanda said, "I never knew you could faint from an orgasm" when they had gotten to that part. Pat and I started to tell about hearing Mom and Dad talk to Pat's parents. We barely had gotten started on that subject when Mom and Dad walked back into the dinning room."Looks like we got back just in time" Dad said, "We will continue from here Pat." Jason, you and Amanda were not down here when Robin and Pat told me that they.