You can bet your kids lives on that. Would you like to have some of it now?” He seemed to deflate a little and backed away from me.“Now, Larissa i... coming with me, and the kids are coming with her. She can stay with me until she decides what to do with you. And just like I had no say in you fucking my wife, you have no say in where Larissa is going to live for the time being.”“You know that you are going to lose your ass over this, right?”“I already lost it, lost my home, my wife, and according. She just rushed around and opened the door, apologizing for making the teen wait. "Come with me," said Kimberly, "I want to walk for a bit." They walked deeper into the trees and Kimberly was silent until they reached a small clearing. She looked at Sara and said, "Do you think I'm pretty?" "Yes," answered Sara. "All the boys must want dates with you." Kimberly wrinkled her small nose and said, "I don't like boys. I prefer someone who will do what I tell her." She stopped and. How does that make you feel? Was it what you expected? Did I cross the line?" It's exactly what I expected to hear," I replied. "And I have a huge confession to make of my own. When I helped Mrs. Patterson pack her stuff before she left, she gave me a small antique lamp as a gift for you. And as crazy and bizarre as this sounds, I rubbed it when you left for work the way she told me to, thinking it was a joke. I know this is going to sound crazy, but smoke started coming out of the nozzle and. My wife on the other hand took the first couple days of that week off to spend time with her sister. My wife always got up early to go to the gym (I could never bring myself to do that; I generally would work out after work). Faraway through my muddled sleepy head, I heard her alarm, and rustling through the dresser drawers, bathroom sink, etc. But then surprisingly after a few minutes, she crawled back into bed with me. This was not unprecedented; she and I have enjoyed a little morning.