The two guys were of similar stature, but there the similarities ended. Bevan was the antithesis of Lloyd, and way below average looking. As a result,...Bevan had always been incapable of getting the women he desired. He was always the guy who took ugly, fat girls home from the bar or club. As a result, he never contacted the women after that, because once was more than enough with the ladies he bedded. When the two guys worked together the following day, Lloyd was happy to find that Bevan was. Abigail's eyes rolled as the touch continued, but then she reached a hand up to catch mine and remove it. She kept my hand lightly in hers, her thumb rubbing circles on my palm.But for the motions of her thumb, I thought I was done. My shame revealed, put on the front burner, the emblem hammered onto my front door--so that every day for the rest of my life I would look in the mirror and regret my actions on this day. Until Abigail turned away from me, and still holding my hand, led me out of. ’ ‘Why did you do that?!’ Jan’s calm example hadn’t noticeably rubbed off on Alex yet. ‘I want to marry you. This is my opening bid.’ ‘Marry me?!’ ‘You’re excellent husband material. I had an excellent husband, so I know what to look for.’ ‘Did you have to do…this?!’ ‘Yes, I did. I felt your sincerity when you said, ‘I don’t walk that road.’ I only had one viable option: to take you to a time before you ever set foot on that road, before you’d ever been hurt, and coax you to take the. And you know my limited experience is almost nonexistent. I take a deep breath, thinking that’s what you get when you marry to young. Limited knowledge, neither understanding the truth about sex. You think you do, but no you don’t and then with the fighting and the bickering, you stop. You stop touching, you stop snuggling and you stop making love all together. Then one day you wake up and ask him to leave. Without fuss or fight, he does and with that, twenty years of marriage are over. I knew.