Okay? Is that what you want to hear? I don’t love you.’ She looked at him with cold, distant eyes. She looked at him as if he was looking at a str...nger. He did it now. Just as he had turned on her switch to have sex with him, he had turned off her switch by telling her that he loved her. How could he be so stupid not to know her reaction. If he were in field and she was some middle eastern woman, he would have summed her up with a look and at a glance. Yet, back home and a stranger in his own. I would be either in a rehab hospital, or it would be a drain on my resources at home. Not financial, I would simply end up running out of favors. When the hip got so bad I had to do the surgery, it wouldn’t be any worse than it would be if I did it the next day.I pretty much had my ducks in a row, when I went to Jon’s graduation being held in the county’s sports area. I enjoyed seeing him walk across the stage. I enjoyed seeing Thia and Mica being nice to each other. Even though it was visibly. Very good. Special. I knew I could easily spunk up if he kept doing that thing to me in my hole. "Is it good, Richard? Do you like me fucking you?" Another word: fucking. I knew what it meant even without him telling me: fucking is when a man puts his hard penis inside a boy and works it in and out until the boy spunks up. It was a good word."Yes, I like you fucking me. It is making my penis really tingle and like I think I will make sticky very soon." "Oh god," he groaned. And then: "Me too,. "I need to talk to the Police, don't I?" I think so, yes." Will you come with me?" If that's what you want; of course."She nestled up to me and, almost automatically, my arm went round her shoulder. You might think I'd be aroused; am I wrong? Well, I wasn't. I was, however, content; happy in a way I had not been for a very long while. As we listened to Rodriguez' Concerto d' Aranuez, I chewed it over. Even before the divorce, the stress at work and the poisonous atmosphere at home, I'd suffered.