You into math?”“Sort of. I take Calculus, but I go more for history. I’ve been looking for something that’ll give me some exercise, but I’m ...ot into team stuff. You look pretty fit, what do you do? Lift weights or something?”Henry chuckled. “No, I can’t stand that. I run every morning a couple of miles, and we – my sister and I – we ride our bikes to school when the weather’s good. It’s only a couple of miles, but it helps.”“Did you ride today? I don’t see your sister. Where do you run?”“We. When I looked in my bedroom I saw my wife on her knees and wearing nothing but her Mangalsutra .Was she alone? I didn’t see anybody else in the room, but all of a sudden I heard a man voice. He was asking her if she wanted to suck his cock. Again. Again, that means this has happened before. She whimpered “yes”, that she had been thinking of his cock for days. He walked up to her, grabbed her by the hair and shoved his cock into her waiting mouth. She immediately grabbed his cock in both hands. Our host poured him a glass of Scotch, his favorite drink. I had one, too. He told me to come over and sit on the couch next to him, and of course I jumped at the invitation. He told me to stand in front of him and turn around slowly, and he told me what a nice ass I had, and felt it up. My cock started tingling. I sat down next to him, and our host put in a VHS porn tape (this WAS the early '80's) Of course, it was a gay flick, and it was about black guys and white sissies. They weren't. I need to hug you.”When he stood and pushed out his chair, Meka wrapped her arms around him. He put his around her and held her as her body was wracked by sobs. Sandy retrieved the tissue box, while she and the rest of us bused the table.In the kitchen, I began quietly to lose it, whispering a burbly “Mommm.” Sandy wrapped me up, pulling my head to her shoulder. She held me without words until I wrested control, picked my head off her shoulder, and inhaled deeply.She said, “We’ll get through.