We’ve been married for eleven years now and that has grown old. Like many married couples, we have drawn apart.This having been said, it is easy to ...nderstand how another incident pulled me closer to Nina. I had been away in Canada on a fishing trip. The weather turned nasty, and my fishing buddy and I decided to head home early.I was home just before midnight finding Nina and my wife together in bed with Nina’s head buried between my wife’s legs. Nina was humming the sailor song with my wife. It was Frank who began the ribbing, saying stuff like, “We are at half pace here, dude.” and “If the world really has to depend on the likes of you, we might as well lie down for the miasma monsters to consume us.”Frost’s idea of insults was much more subtle, mixed in with words of encouragement. Some of the golden stuff out of his mouth were, “You really got to manage your energy, David, or you might be a lame-duck when you finally confront a monster.” and “You may have to train outside of our. I had to figure out if she was going to tell my father and if I was going to be kicked out of the house. She didn’t have to work so she was in her room. I could hear the radio playing. She was listening to jazz. It wasn’t that loud, just barely coming under the door. I knocked on the door lightly. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen to me but I had to figure this out. “Hello, Mom?” I said through the door. I could hear some weeping. “What?” The faint voice said from behind the door. . The day I graduated high school we moved back to southern California. My parents were separated again, dad had moved first, mom was in pursuit. After a year of living apart she got her man. Dad had his fill of strange pussy again and was back. About six months later mom threw dad a fortieth birthday party. I don't think that it was the first time I'd met her but it was the first time I'd noticed. Her name was Laura.To tell the truth Laura was kind of plain, her body that of a thirty-six year.