...was ME! And then, a strange thing happened.I started to cry.I threw myself down on the bed, and I think I cried for at least an hour. Momcame in at...some point and held me and gently stroked my head, but didn't sayanything. The character of the tears changed at some point, though. At first,they were tears of pain, for all the sadness, despair and deception I hadbeen forced to endure; but then, they shifted to tears of joy; sheer,unbelieving joy that I had been so lucky to have my deepest wish. She didn’t disappoint me this time either. I heard her whispering to him how good it was and then the unmistakable sounds of passionate kissing for the next several minutes. I also couldn’t help but pontificate a little on the fact that it was just a little over two years ago that Michelle and I were a normal, loving, monogamous couple. How much lives can change in two short years! To be honest, I’ve gotten well past most of the jealousy. I still feel it a little when I’m extra horny and she’s. The gymnasium, he saw instantly, had been totally converted into a provisional army camp, entrance hall crowded with armed revolutionists. Fortunately Jurij quickly discovered a small, basically-appointed reception area at the other side of the hall where, behind a desk, stood a graceful woman with a Bolshevik armband who seemed to be some kind of a porter. Within a few big steps Jurij had approached her desk:"Good morning. I would like to see Alessia Vasilieva." And you are?" the porter. This was supposed to be his weekend visitation with his father, but the only person who benefited from that was Jason's mother. With him out of the house, she could go out or have her lover come over. He was a burden for either parent, it seemed. And it shouldn’t have been this way, he fumed. He was eighteen, he should be out with friends, living his life, enjoying his last summer of freedom before starting college in the fall. Instead, he was still shuttling between his two parents, too poor.