Do you know the first thing my mother says to me when she calls? 'Are you keeping your grades up?' Then, it's 'Have you fixed things with Sophia yet?'...Everybody asks me that! Like it's my fucking responsibility to fix what you broke! And, when I do--and end up taking care of you after another drunken binge in the bargain--I get yelled at because I'm a few minutes late. And I don't say a Goddamned thing because you are such a china doll that if I say anything, you'll break. Between you, and my. Between the two or us, hardly a word had been spoken since Tina removed her panties. After a few moments, I wanted to see Tina’s bottom, so I put my hand on her left hip and gently pulled, so she took the hint and rolled over on her belly, with her head turned back to the left to see what I was doing. Tina had a very nice arse, but I had only checked it out through her jeans, the denim shorts she liked to wear, or in her bikini. Now, it was fully exposed to me, and it looked exquisite. Tina. Or "foreplay" as she likes to call it.After both suffering from depression for a while, me and the missus were going to commit suicide together yesterday.Strangely enough, however, once she killed herself I started to feel a lot better.So I thought - sod it, I'll soldier on.I woke up this morning at 8 and could sense something was wrong.I got downstairs and found the wife face down on the kitchen floor, not breathing! I panicked. I didn't know what to do.Then I remembered – the local cafe serve. I stared at the phone for a long time. When I finally decided to do it, it was still early enough-but not so early that he wouldn't be up."Hello?" a woman said at the other end."Hello. I hope I have the right number. I'm looking for David Shiell." Yes, you do have the right number," the woman said. "Would you like to talk to him?" Yes, please," I said."David, phone," I heard her say. Then, she whispered, "It's a girl!" I stifled a giggle. Poor Dave!"Hello?" Hi, it's Missy." Hi!" He sounded.