“Good one, Dickhead,” I sighed under my breath. To hell with Rob. He’d have to take care of himself. I was focused on what I should do about Mel...ssa. Oh, God, Melissa, I sobbed in my mind, my eyes welling on the outside. What the fuck did I do? Eleven years of marriage pissed away, and for what? A couple of cheap orgasms. Brilliant. I flinched at a loud crash from the debris below. Another chill of guilt washed over me. I couldn’t tell her, I knew. It would destroy her. Coming clean was all. Unless i chained her in the basement and this is not my style . I did not sleep much she moved around in bed for a while then silence . I went up to the bedroom maybe talk this out some more .She was on her belly sound asleep and by the stain on the sheet she had brought herself to orgasme . In the morning , i took a shower in the downstairs bathroom and went upstairs to dress , she was in the main bathroom . On coming out she said. One Friday he asks if he could fondle my balls. This would be the first time that either of us has touched each other’s junk. He takes great interest in every detail of my ball sack and its contents. Not a testicle or tube was left untouched or not examined in great detail. The professor explains that is it a man’s balls that makes a man a man and not his penis. The balls produce the seed of man while the penis is the delivery mechanism of the seed. He tells me that he can tell from what he can. Right at the moment, he had his harmonica safely tucked away in his back pocket and they were all watching the Senorita flashing her brown skin and smiling so widely that all you could see was white teeth and red tongue and lips in a blur of movement. The other Mexicans in the bar were all watching as well but they were smart enough to blend into the background because they suspected Tricky Dick and his sidekicks, myself included, were spoiling for a fight and had no reason to restrain.