He was a bit old to be studying alongside me but that didn’t bother me. I’d put his age at around 20 although he claimed he was 18. I had great fu... with him, and it wasn’t long before he had become a regular visitor to my house.I heard that his dad was the local bigwig/goon whichever way you like to view it. He always had cash, and he was not a stingy person. He spent liberally on himself, and his friends including me. The first time he came to my place, my mother seemed quite startled.I. "How come you didn't say anything to Darryl about that time in my backyard?" she asked me."Don't you remember? You asked me not to say anything." It is good that you didn't. I doubt that anyone would have believed you anyway. I'm glad you decided to keep your promise." After she said that, she took her last bite from the sandwich and chugged the rest of her milk. Smiling at me, she stood up and walked back the way she had come.After she left, I wondered why she had said what she did. It almost. Reaching back, Samantha found a few more pieces of ice. She slid one into her mouth, kept the rest clenched inone fist. Climbing to her knees, Samantha took a single cube in her right hand and traced it slowly around the circumference of Hannah's untouched breast. When it reached the stiffened tip Hannah released a protracted sigh. Raising her left hand, Samantha let some of themelting ice drip straight onto the warm skin between Hannah's rapidly heaving breasts. Samantha held her hand above. I was not going to go off to work each day, wondering who Sherrie was fucking that day. I wasn't much of a church going man anyway. There was no way I was going to turn the other cheek. It wasn't in me to do that.I couldn't see any point in trying to save the marriage. Sherrie had broken the trust we'd built up over the four years of our marriage. It seemed to me she'd broken it a number of times, judging by the evidence, and I didn't know how it could ever be made whole again. The only thing.