After school, we'd lost contact, and now was the chance to pick up where we'd left off. Two broken marriages, a c***d each, the usual stuff. "The immo...tal gods must have a plan for us," I said, half meaning it. The chances of running into each other on the web? Well.After dinner, I asked if she'd have another drink as we entered the cab. "Your place," she said, "I want to show you something."Back home, I poured two generous shots, and as I was putting them on the table she started taking her. But you have to go to school soon. I didnt argue with her, but I didnt stop either. We were engaged now and will get married when I turn eighteen next year, but she is already my wife in practice, if not in name. And over my time with her Ive learned I just have to do what I want, or she will run our lives. Most of the time I let her, but I wanted her and while she might resist me, she wouldnt stop me. I undid my pants and pulled out my hard-on and bent her over to put her hands on the sink. " I only realized what I had said after I said it; but Athena didn't seem to have taken the phrase personally. I thought of Emily, and I felt nothing. There was no love, no anger, no sadness anymore. "Just that. We should never had married." For how long were you married?" Almost three years. Two years longer than we should, actually. We didn't even cheat on each other. We were too tired from fighting with each other. One day I just walked out of the apartment. I went to a hotel, sat in front. ” Sheila suggested.I was then bombarded with the probabilities, plus the scenarios that she’d run. Sighing, I could see the merit of her suggestion.“Alright, though I don’t want you taking unnecessary risks either. I can’t rebuild you as quickly as you think. Plus, there’s no guarantee that you would develop the same. Though, having two of you would throw them off greatly.” I replied offhandedly which caused Sheila to pause momentarily.A small smile lit up her face, then she almost seemed to.