If I had been ten years older it might have been different, but I was young, my pride had taken a hell of a shot from the girl who was supposed to lov... me and there was no way in hell I was going to forgive her for what she had done.The one thing about being young though is that despair doesn't last very long. That fall I met Staci and she drove away whatever thoughts of Gloria that remained. I was mad about her and she seemed to feel the same way about me. She came home with me over Christmas. ”“No, you are right, we do not need to, but it is fun and harms no-one. And it also ensures children”This latter was something that clearly troubled him. Should children be created as a duty or as a pleasure? After all they gave pleasure when they were born. He was not a stupid man, I realised, just because he held stupid views. He had noticed the increasing imbalance of females over males; he was surprised when I suggested that perhaps it needed a male to make a male; in a world where science. "After carefully wiping away his tears with the palms of his hands, he lay down on his side and tightly clasped his pillow to his chest. He moaned into the pillow as he remembered the dream."That poor boy!" His broken lament pierced the silence of the night.He was dirty, disheveled and stunk of blood, sweat and filth. His lank hair crawled with lice and the burlap rags he used as clothes, infested with fleas. His body bore a multitude of fleabites and the marks, both old and recent, of a whip's. This was the first time I just sat back and watched the two of them interact. They began working their way closer to each other and started touching, rubbing on each other in a very casual way. It wasn’t long after that when they started kissing. I remember the first time I saw my wife kiss another man, it wasn’t something I was sure I was ready for but I quickly learned how erotic that was for me to witness but that is another story in itself. I remember how she leaned into Scott so willingly..