" "Are fuckin' insane? That will never happen, plus that's fuckin' gay shit." "Right, HE'S a fuckin' fag and I'm gonna let the whole school know so he...will be gone forever." Wow are you sure man? We could get in a hell of a lot trouble." "I'm not gonna get in trouble, he is. The video will show everything. All I gotta do show a lil skin and it ain't even gotta be my dick, just my abs or my chest or somethin'. That should be enough right there." "What if he wants more?" Then I'll give him more.. ?Oh baby, you don’t know how worried I was when you didn’t call back!? Gloria walked inside as Conner shut the door. Conner examined his wife up close as he reached out to hold her in his arms. Her hair was messed and makeup smeared but she looked ok. He started to kiss her smelling the scent of whiskey on her breath as they kissed. Her eyes were red and she looked tired as he held her in his arms rubbing her back. He let her go and backed away and had another look at her. She tossed her. I loved Jo deeply, but resented the situation of being trapped into fatherhood and married life so early. I'm sure she felt much the same. Through the year I was out of school, and even more so during the year back before I moved out of state, Jo and I became distant from each other. We had a lot of disagreements and fights that came from our resentment over the situation. By the time I moved to my new school, it was an unspoken understanding that our separation was based as much on our. We chatted, still in disbelief over how our lives had changed, how we would be able to have time with our family and not worry about finances anymore. My husband had earned us a great, new life and I wanted to show him how much I appreciated that. I had a large beach bag I'd been using as a purse and produced a large, soft blanket and laid it on the beach. We lit a joint and watched the waves in perpetual motion, crashing on the shore, then rolling back out to sea. We were in a non-commercial,.