’ I said barely above a whisper. But when I saw who got out of the car it all became clear. It was my darling cheating wife and her lover. She screa...ed, ‘Damn it, you said he’d go right over. Now what do we do!’ He screamed back, ‘Shit, it should have. It nearly did!’ I looked around my car, it had broken through the guardrail and down the grassy incline right to the edge, but the damage wasn’t too bad. My right wrist was clearly broken, it had shoved the gearshift into park when I hit. The. ********* Hi, my name is Mark Watkins. And I swear, I’m a nice guy. No, really, I am. Heck, I’m more than just a ‘nice guy,’ I’m a fucking feminist. Seriously, just ask any of my friends, any of my ex girlfriends, my ex wife, anybody. I love women. I took women’s studies classes in college. I spent at least 3 years right around the end of high school hating myself for having a penis. I’ve been the ‘best guy friend’ of literally dozens of hot chicks and was completely fine with that because I. "I lost count, sweetie." I say with a smile as I pull myself up next to her and kiss her deeply. No doubt about it, I love this sweet, beautiful girl. I guess that makes me a lesbian, but really, labels don't matter. We continue to kiss for a few more minutes, but then I notice her hand reaching around the bed. "What are you looking for, sweetie?" She frowns adorably. "The bed is a mess again. I shall have to change the sheets before we sleep." "No worries. Did the bed feel different tonight?". She smiles as he enters the room, silently as always, as if she's conjured him up just by the act of saying his name in her head.She knows her family thinks she's mad when she tells them she can sense his presence but then it's always been this way between them. Ever since the very first time they met, when she was 15 and he a worldly man of 28 just out of the navy and the most handsome man she'd ever seen, they'd had this unexplainable connection.Soul-mates, I suppose you would call it, but.