He hated that his love for Laura would cause them distress, but he could not deny his heart."Rob, think about the future", his dad, Carl, implored, "N...t just your future, but Laura's also." That's all I think about, Dad, and I can't see a future for me without her. Laura feels the same way."These discussions were especially hard for Carl and his wife, Louise. Robert was such an amazing boy; even his existence was a miracle. Robert was born when Carl and Louise were in their forties. Louise had. I was by the trash cans throwing away my paper plate and plastic cutlery when Max joined me. “Nice lunch,” he said. “Juan Carlos is a great cook.”“I liked the Moroccan chicken,” I said. “And the watercress salad.”“Time for a swim?” Max asked.“Mother always said not for an hour after eating, I chided. “How about you introduce me to some of the others.”We headed down the hill, back to the beach. ”Who have you met so far?” Max asked.“Let’s see,” I said trying to remember the names. “Luke and Megan. ”“Where was the waitress?”“Jill was behind the bar, with Max behind her. He was trying to be sneaky in his touches, but I don’t think Jill cared. They have a thing going.”“Who else was there?”“All five bar stools were full, four guys and a woman. Two of them with the guys she danced with when you were there and two with the couple that said hello to us. Max, Jill, and I just stood, watching my girlfriend tease.”“You?”“Yes, hard. At the end of the bar. Nobody noticed except the lady who was part. Just before five he came back with it. OK, now I was all set.I was a bit down and lonely that night. I missed Clarissa, our pleasant evenings together. Right now I would gladly settle for sitting on the floor rubbing her feet while she watches some chick flick rather than know that she is acting like a slut for Roger or some other guy. It was hard to think about it. It hurt. It sure did not turn me on like guys claim on the various cuckold forums and story sites.I was sound asleep when I woke.