Fantasising about Chloé, of course! About Chloé, and me with normal genitalia.The next day I woke up thinking I’d been incredibly stupid. I could ...e friends with her, that would still be great wouldn’t it? Tell her I was straight or something. Or just be brave and tell her about IT. Better than tossing away something that ... well it was hard to deal with how badly I needed to be with her. And now suppose I couldn’t find her again, in this huge resort? What I’d done was risk giving it up in. The next document was a name change request. Melinda was being required to revert back to her maiden name. If you don't think that's a big deal - guess again - she was no longer going to have the same last name as her children. That point alone almost sunk the agreement. Oh yeah, that one hurt big time. I watched as Melinda relinquished my surname, tears trickling down her cheeks.A small black tray was placed before her. This time when Melinda looked at me her expression seemed hollowed out Ð. "Intrigued, I let her continue."One evening about a week before the wedding, I was watching TV and a car commercial came on. I forget what kind of car it was about, but it was the way they got my attention that intrigued me. They showed the car in a showroom setting, but the most prominent eye-catching thing about the scene was the absolutely gorgeous model that was practically making love to the car. The spot just reeked of sexuality. That's when it came to me, sex sells, and it can sell just. She then went under his legs and started rimming him. He was becoming crazy and abusing her with all the cuss words and she was enjoying it. I hated myself for loving such a bitch and having an unfaithful friend.I felt cheated and dejected. I went home completely drunk. This was the first time I went home that drunk. My mother asked what happened but I did not answer and just fell on my bed. I remember my mother coming and sleeping beside me in my room as my father was not in the town.The next.