I could tell she resented me for the pain I caused. I deserved all of it, of course. But I couldn't take the thought of keeping her caged in unhappine...s when she deserved to be someone's one and only. To be someone's dearest love and not just my "second choice." After I succumbed to my foolish weaknesses, our relationship became obsolete. There was nothing to try and save, no matter how much we both wanted to make it all work out. I couldn't make her happy and setting her free was the best. I quietly shut the door behind me and straight away my wife shouted from the living room. "You know the rules, slut. Go to your room and change then come in here". I went into the spare bedroom where I was to be sleeping from now on. Laid on the bed was a selection of womens clothes. Mainly underwear but also a few tarty looking PVC outfits and several leather items. "I'll let you choose!" she laughed from the other room "and don't be too long!" I slowly took off my own clothes and then. Chrissy’s mom placed a stack of them on the table beside me. The books themselves weren’t ancient, but the languages inside them were. Most of these languages died out thousands of years ago when those who once knew it got forced to learn a different language. There weren’t more than fifty pages in any of the books. The writing inside was copied from scrolls found during excavations of ancient civilizations.“Those are some which no one has been able to find common patterns even to attempt to. McLellan, passed out the syllabi for the semester and asked the class what they knew about the history of politics in America. Of course the class suck-up raised her hand and proceeded to bore the entire class with some regurgitated history channel speech. As she continued to ramble on I took a look at Dr. McLellan. He was a middle aged man, I’d guess about late 30’s but not more than a day over 40. He was dressed in black slacks, a deep plum colored shirt that complimented his pale skin.