She wanted to feel wanted, feel like she could be a bad girl if she chose, feel dominated, she wanted to get fucked. At the same time, she wanted to k...ep her family. Her husband was a good man and she didn’t want to hurt him, or give him cause to fight her for custody of their daughter. But she still wanted to feel like a woman. For some reason, she chose me. She thought I could give her a good time in bed and I wouldn’t be a big risk, since I had a wife and family of my own. And she was. How much he regretted his decision now. If only she’d gone to the party he wouldn’t be feeling so guilty about coming home late. He hated himself for it, but he couldn’t help feeling weighed down by her dependence on him, couldn’t help feeling she was selfish to put him under so much pressure. He’d called to let her know that he’d be late, but she hadn’t answered the phone. He asked himself what kind of scenario awaited him, if he would find all the glasses smashed on the kitchen floor, and. What reason do I have to lie to you?"Tony had no answer — and the anger returned."Your mother killed your father yesterday and then committed suicide," I said. "Tough break, kid. But I hope you realize it your fault. You were the person who set this chain of events in motion and you were the only person who could stop it."I turned and left the room with Tony hurling insults at me. It was becoming increasing less likely he would leave the building on his own two legs.It became an absolute. .. anyhow, one night I came in my room without turning on the lights. The curtains were open to let the breeze in, and I went over to close them. I noticed that the lights were on in your room. You had the windows open and curtains partly open too.” Loren was blushing even more furiously. The light began to dawn in my head.“Anyhow- I saw movement and there you were. I should have closed the curtains, but I just watched. You got undressed ... I couldn’t stop looking. You were the first man I.