Patrick and Guinness arrive shortly thereafter and find me in this state. As soon as the front door closes behind him, he drops two bags on the floor...and takes me in his arms. “My poor girl. I can’t imagine how this would feel.” We just stand there holding one another quietly for a few minutes. I appreciate that he’s not trying to distract or console me from my sadness; content just to hold me and allow me to be sad for as long as I need to. I finally break the hold and give him a small. She was kissing me like there’s no tommorow and the whole room was filled by sounds muuuuhhhhh uhhhhhhhh huuuuhh and then she removed my jeans and undies and released my hard cock and without wasting time started stroking ahhhh ufffff was the sounds from my mouth I was unable to control and I tore her kurta and started pressing her huge boobs which were tightened in her white bra I also removed her bra she had round boobs with brown nipples they were very soft and I was pressing them harder and. ..” Another slap across my face.“Do it now!”I took my clothes off. My side hurt just moving my arms.Dad stepped over to Ronnie, “Little Ronnie Thomas, you manipulative little weasel. You talked my son into doing stupid shit again.”“No Mr. Hanslein, it wasn’t like that.”“You lying little shit, take your worthless brother and go home.”Ronnie and Grainger just about ran out of the house; the front door slammed shut as I hung my pants over the sink. Dad took me by the shoulders and turned me. I got myself a glass of wine and wondered about the new direction my life would take from here on out. Sometime around midnight, after tossing and turning and failing to find sleep, I took out one of our old photo albums and looked back at some of my twenty two years of memories with Mel.The next morning was worse. I woke up and wondered why I bothered. I sat at the table and just stared as a cup of my favorite coffee turned into a room temperature sludge. I don't know why I didn't move, but I.