My seatbelt held me firm, giving no slack to duck as the windshield caved in towards me. I could feel the shock in my hands as the steering wheel bent...under my ferocious grip. My pitiful Toyota's frame collapsed inward, bowing up and slamming me against the roof. The stabbing pain was secondary to the terrifying scream of tortured metal, violently burning automobile fluids, and scorched rubber.Impact turned me until I was back facing the highway, and I could see the truck plowing through the. .was moving his hand on my ass in the pool , his wife and son here too with many other coming for the after game bbq he often do''you had a good game today Alex, you did great''''thanks....''his hand not quitting gropping me''you are becoming a cute boy you know''his hand moving from left to right on my ass ''im..i need to go''i move out the pool and went to talk with othersthe party endup and i went home with mom and dad , thinking of Mike hand on my assi spent 2 days thinking about it too. Process. He didn’t want to talk about sex, at least in the past tense. Our fantasies, yes. What we wanted at the moment. And everything else. Still effortless and honest and connected, minus that one thing. Nick put a wall there. A wall that became a lot more real when we got married.”“And you agreed.”“It made sense. It’s not like our love had faded, Joe, like with almost every couple. Or with Li or Essie. Maybe Moe.”“Moira began leaving us years ago.”“Probably. I think it was more Chandi. "Maybe because she's about the sexiest little doll in town." I looked at her purposively. She immediately assumed a big gushing grin. I continue. "Don't worry about it. You just keep reading your book about boys and girls. I'm sure it's helping you understand things better--even if you can't explain it very well, isn't it?"She nods, pressing her face against my arm. I stroke her thigh again. "Did I tell you about Lyle's old secretary the last time I visited?" Lola?" Lily lookd up, her.