“Harris, get your ass out here, this guy says he knows you!”“I didn’t say that!” I protested, “I said he was my cousin.”The man pointed ...is rifle at my chest.“If you’re lying and he doesn’t recognize you, I’m putting a slug through your chest. Don’t make that face, kid, things are rough all around these days.”I swallowed hard as what was supposedly Harris walked up to me.“Don’t know him boss.”“Wait!” I shouted. “Wait, wait, you ‘do’ know me! Before the war, twenty years ago, you were nineteen,. Remington scooted closer to me on the couch and tilted my facetowards her. "I loved my husband Steven, very much. When he left me forhis personal trainer it broke my heart. In the last few months thoughI've been reflecting on the advantages of my being divorced."She paused and bit her lip either thinking about what to say or justnervous perhaps. Either way I wasn't about to interrupt her. "I metPhillip at university and was with him for years. In all that time Isuppressed certain parts of me.. He was about 40, just under six feet and he looked like he took care of himself I risked a smile.he just nodded towards the door and started walking away. My heart was in my mouth, firstly as I had no idea what he was after, and secondly...do I really look like a cheap faggot that is always game for being picked up LOL!i followed him out of the shop, and towards the high street. Once we were away from the busier part of the town, he turned and said, I'll wait for you in the lay by near the. During the evening her best friend had to go and lie down because of too much drink. I was talking to some people while her husband, my best friend, danced closely with my wife in a succession of slow dances. As we had been friends a long time I didn’t mind and was happy to sit the dancing out.My wife and I left the party in the small hours. We’d had quite a bit to drink and were both merry. Our friends opted to stay the night at the party venue.Once home, we went straight to bed and had sex..