His eyes strayed to the fat envelope sitting on the desk next to him, surrounded by pictures. He checked his watch. It was nearly 1 AM local time, the...efore it WAS Christmas. He decided to postpone his present until he had taken a shower.Still, he stretched out his hand and ran his fingers over the thick oversize envelope while he studied his pictures. There were three of them. On the left was one of Lisa and he on their honeymoon, standing on the beach. On the right was one just of Lisa. He. ." and on the tail of that the most stupidly, ridiculous, self loathing addendum..."And it's MY FAULT!" I removed the make up smearing the remains over a towel, tears still running from my eyes and went out the bathroom to find two alarmed and genuinely concerned ladies asking if I was okay...it's what's said in this kind of situation even if the person concerned is plainly not ok. It's a human thing I guess. And being vaguely human myself I said I was and made up some kind of excuse that I. "Is there a problem, Chris?" Liam's voice was dripping with contempt."What the fuck did you do with my girlfriend?" What are you talking about?" You know exactly what I'm talking about! What's with these little 'nudie massages' of yours? You couldn't wait 'til I was gone before fucking her, could you?"Before Liam responded, he caught a glimpse of Gina in her doorway. Her cheek was starting to swell and her bottom lip was cut. Liam's eyes darted back to Chris who was ready to start. I just tried to let him do his thing inpeace. I was guessing he was grateful to make it to his home in oncepiece, and I could appreciate that, even if I had a different God than hedid.Shortly, he finished, and took my hand and led me back the way we came,and then we started climbing the hill again, until we got to what couldhave only have been the palace.We acquired a guard once we were allowed inside, and we were ushered intothe throne room. Apparently, we were expected, because the throne.