The bread was gone. She took him by the hand and brought him to the fire. A rug he didn’t recognize was laid out in front of it. She must have broug...t it with her. She knelt on the rug and gestured that he should too, and then she kissed his hand. She seemed to be waiting for something but Peter didn’t know what. The room was very hot and uncomfortable all of a sudden. When she went to kiss him on the mouth he turned away."I'm sorry," he said. "This is...a kind of mistake. I understand the. She kept her job at the firm where we first met as college interns and continued to travel quite a bit as an installer and troubleshooter. I buried myself in the work of fortifying the small company after the initial growth period waned. I trimmed staff and other expenses and made up the difference with longer hours for myself. I saw it as a rough patch I would get through and everything would be fine with Katie again. On a Sunday morning in early December, with my wife again away on business. I remember that night, holding her, feeling her warmth. Taking care of her.I had always done that, hadn't I? I had always taken care of her. Since the moment I saw her I was taking care of her. The knight in shining armor, always arriving on his white steed, always coming to her rescue.I was tired. The armor no longer fit. She had removed it, piece by piece, over the past 5 years I'd known her. There was nothing else left to give; she'd taken it all. I was done ... broken ... empty of any more. I had dreamed that O'Rion was just about to suck my dick at the school's stadium before McKale popped up out of no where and started preaching to us about homosexuality. Thinking about that part instantly killed my boner. To hell with him.. bastard. I turned up the dimmer switch and checked my phone.. 4 missed calls from Delilah, a few friend requests on Facebook, 3 good morning texts and a picture message from O'Rion. I grinned as big a crack addict about to get stoned as I downloaded it.. Oh..