"Mike was being very careful not to make fun of me. Atfirst, he said nothing. Then he went into the kitchenand came back with a cup of coffee for each...of us. Wesat in silence for a few moments, then he said, "Didyou cum in the pantyhose?"I nodded."Several times?" Yes," I said. Shamed for life.Then Mike asked the killer question. "What were youthinking of before you made the cums?"That one I didn't want to go near. But I needed toknow what was happening to me and Mike was the key. "Iwas reading. "In the end, he understood where I was coming from. He couldn't deny that we have drifted over the past few years. He saw me with you, Gillian, and he could definitely see I wasn't about to give up. He knew it was gonna be a never ending battle at best, so he told me he'd give me a divorce. So, Gillian, will marry me?" Erin asked me.I knew I wasn't the sole reason for her wanting a divorce, but I was definitely the deciding factor. I felt bad about that, but I couldn't help but love her until. The kind of gorgeous that girls were always chasing him and women would just stare at him. But he never seemed to let that get to his head. He was a good son and he was 19 now, I had him so young and after Jim left I never remarried. I wanted to devote myself to Jake and wanted him to not want for anything. But it was lonely sometimes. I always had friends ask me why I never seemed to date and I would tell hem because I didn’t want to introduce another man in Jake’s life and have him feel. He didn't look like the me I remembered. The face was sorta familiar, but it never seemed to move. His eyes looked like mine, but they were lifeless and dull. My hair was red. The emotionless fucker in the mirror, his hair was white.None of that mattered. There was only one thing I cared about anymore; getting rid of the feelings that kept going endlessly round and round inside me.I made my visits to the Army recruiter, took the tests, chose my career field and signed the papers. Got my plane.