Anyway, at the end of the day who cares? You will have to tell me what all this has been like for you; I mean emotionally. I would like to know what...has been going through your mind these last few days. Less than a week ago I was a faithful wife and now? Living with another man as his wife, more or less, and had a threesome with his friend. What has it been like lying there at night and knowing that I have been getting fucked by other men? You will also have to tell me how you see things. ..I parked on the side of the road by the bus stop waiting on Emma to enter the car. I rolled down the glass and called her, she entered and buckled then faced me. "Hey," she said placing her bag on the floor of the car. "Hey Emma, what time do you have to reach in school?" I asked. "For 8:30 am," she smiled blushing. "Great, that means I have an hour with you, want to go to the park," I asked."Sure," she smiled. ..........I laughed as she told me stories about her friends. We were sitting. Okay, yes, I got a blowjob. Or three. And Bernie liked it when I ... whatever. The point is that we didn’t have a free for all like I had envisioned, but that was okay too.March came in like a pussycat, despite its reputation. I was headed to Spain on the eleventh, leaving right after school, and Bernie was coming with me! She had all but given up the pretense of living at home, and Mom had let her take over the spare bedroom to store her things. That she slept in with me and Maggie most nights. He remembered her stories of Franco breathing down her neck, groping her lewdly, chasing her away from her native country into the wild west of America. That lewd beast had her now, and if his threats on the pier had been observed correctly they could very well be locked in with a preacher. He saw red and moved quickly along the ledge, mindless to it all but seeing his love safe. At long last the final window was in reach. Stopping and steadying himself with a breath, Jerome peaked through and.