Penitent. That’s it. Penitent. Not fuckin’ penitent.A month later he’s spending money on pedicures and orange deck shoes. He painted his toenail... lime green. What the fuck kind of man gets his ass bailed out by his family and then spends money on that crap? A fifty-eight-year-old man married to a forty-four-year-old woman does not do this.So now you know. That’s why fuckin’ her was the first thing on my bucket list. I liked her… they needed a fuckin’ reason to separate. I gave it to them. After. She became shy. After the function I and her went in my bike to my home, not predefined. It was like instinct. Our parents were at office. They would return only at 7 pm. It was just 2 pm now. I told her that we will take rest. She came to my room. I told you made me mad today with your sensual dress. She came and slept alongside me.I was her sweet cleavage and navel. I put fingers on navel. She laughed. I said I want to feel you. She pinched me at cheeks. I on instinct cupped her boobs. She. Then she felt her nose bump the ceiling. "NOOO!" she screamed. "PLEEEASE!!" She had the presence of mind to take one deep breath, then she felt the water cover her mouth.Imogen opened her eyes in horror as the water covered her completely. Oh god, this is it, she thought. Someone get me out of here! She banged the ceiling with her fists.Her panicked mind was just clear enough for her to decide to try the door one last time. She kicked at the front of the shower frantically. She was running out. For now, I’d like to be your friend. My friends were all pissed when I didn’t go clubbing with them last night. They’re already pressing me to go to a fraternity party Thursday night. I’m not going. I’ve seen that life and it’s fine so long as you recognize it for what it is.“I’m not going to become a nun and cloister myself in solitude. I still want to have fun and do crazy things while I can. That life isn’t real, though. I can’t expect to be taken seriously if I get drunk and stupid three.