We tried to comfort Julie as much as we could after Bill was gone. She was busy coping with the kids. Although we would occasionally get together to h...ve a cup of coffee or a glass of wine, the spark was gone. It was just polite neighborly interactions that were left ‘can you let the dog out?’, ‘we’re away on holiday can you water the plants?’ — that type of thing. We still had to look after our neighbors. Being out of town, it’s simply inconvenient for others to come and look after such. Samantha yawned, usually in bed hours earlier. She hopped up from her place on the couch, asking if he wanted anything for the ride home. She found herself triple checking the empty ring finger. He politely denied her offers of refreshing beverages. She didn’t blame him though, he told her earlier that he had been up since 5:30 the previous morning. Samantha couldn’t remember the last time she kept hours like that. She paid him for services rendered and he left. Samantha watched the van. " He would go home and carefully steam the packages open before copying the tape and sealing it back up. Then he would just return it to the office and the tape went to its purchaser a day later, no harm done and another tape to his collection. It didn't take him long to build up a vast selection of every perverted porn genre going, but his major passion was anal. His friends soon learnt that if you wanted a porn tape, Craig was the man to see. At first he would just lend them to his friends. ‘You’ve just been working so hard, maybe you lost track of what’s really important to you. You need to rest, think about things, get it all back into perspective.’ Slowly he relaxed his grip and the shaking I felt in his arms and chest started to subside. ‘Maybe your right,’ he finally agreed. ‘I have been throwing myself into it lately, escaping.’ I sat back. ‘You have nothing to escape from.’ He smiled and brushed my hair out of my eyes. ‘You have no idea do you?’ ‘I know you’ve been.