" If you say you're sorry again, I'll slap the shit out of you," I said. "We all know you're sorry. I'm sure that by now with all of the yelling we're...doing even our neighbors know that you're one sorry bitch and they probably know why." Lori, we're not going to work this out. We're done," I said. "After the car show, I'm filing for a divorce. You're not going because by the time I'm back from the show, I want you packed and moved out of my house." No!" she screamed loudly. "Mark, I love you. I. Candles shone from wagon-wheel chandeliers above and torches flared along the greasy walls. Thick men with thicker beards crowded around tables that wobbled and creaked with age, laughing at crude jokes, smoking long pipes, and drinking from tall wooden mugs. There were women among the crowd as well, too slender to be wives, too old to be daughters; Wana tolerated their presence mostly because they helped her serve drinks to the rough, jostling patronage during the busier parts of the night. In. All sounds pretty heterosexual doesn’t it? For the most part, it has been a hetro life that I led. I adore women, positively enjoy chasing them, absolutely love seducing a woman, especially if she is married and then, once the chase has run its course, making love and pleasing her body is the culmination of all that went before. Then I forget them because I sure am not going to fall in love with one. I suppose that makes me a user, a philanderer or whatever title you want to give me, but it is. I felt a sharp pain in my chest as my eyes met hers. A single tear was rolling down her cheek, and I saw her smile.A smile which only showed one thing: Self disgust.My mind was blank. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t speak. Syl raised one hand across her chest, and reached for her dress with the other, raising it to cover herself. I could not get that look on her face from my mind. All my conscious mind could bring forth was all the times she had smiled for me in the time I had known her, my whole.