The problem is that her version of who I could be was pretty much the opposite of who I was going to be, according to my friend Joyce. And Joyce thoug...t I was going to turn out to be pretty lousy at being a husband.”“Did you trust Birgit?” Karin asked.“Unequivocally. Always.”“Then trust her judgment. I see what she saw. Mom and Dad see it, too.”“But there’s so much that is wrong!” I protested.“How bad can it be? I know you’re sad about Birgit, but I’ve seen you deal with that. You were very. I looked to make sure everyone else was pre-occupied when I began to stroke myself. I thought it would be something if I could whack off while she sat right in front of me so I grabbed my cock and began to stroke away. I was about half way to blowing my load when she muttered something under her breath and then adjusted the way she was sitting. I quickly dropped my cock, slightly covered it then made believe I was sleeping while looking thru my sunglasses at her. I looked with a grin on my face. "But April," Denise gasped in shock. "We're in the middle of the mall." So?" April raised her eyebrows, as if daring Denise to question her."B-b-but..." This is your last chance until Tom gets home."Denise looked around frantically. Though they were in the main aisle, it was slow and no one appeared to be paying them any attention. She couldn't believe she was contemplating this, but it had been too long - three long weeks, followed by April's constant teasing. She had to have release.She. What's the matter, isn't Franny-boy living at home anymore? You better get a lawyer as soon as you can. I think your troubles are just starting. Now you go along and have your lawyer talk to Stella Sims who represents me. Just tell me one thing, Connie, what in hell were you thinking?"Sadly, with her head down, Connie picked up her bag, got into her car and drove away. I actually felt a little sorry for my wife--for just a few minutes. This was different than the anger I felt recently.Splitting.