My mind rages on. Why did life have to be so cruel? Why can’t I find the happiness that others seem to have? Why do I have to be stuck in this perma...ent hell? “Why does God hate me?” I say out loud.As I struggle to move my legs from the warmth of my bed, I swing them in unison over the edge. Using my cane, I pull on the wheelchair’s arm to bring my jailer closer to me.I hate everything about it. The shiny mocking chrome of its frame. The blue of the seat and arm rests. The blackness of the. My wife just stood there watching and grinning.GAME ON!Suddenly, I was escorted into the living room and pushed back on the couch. My wife undid my shorts and Julie was kissing me with lots of tongue. I assisted all I could while my shorts and underwear were removed while Julie straddled me and kissed me as hard as she could. I reached between her legs and immediately found a wet bare pussy because she too was commando. As my wife engulfed my cock, Julie pushed me on my back and move her pussy. David froze. Mark King had been the man Nicole had lost her virginity to back when she was 17. He remembered her telling him that when they had discussed sexual histories before actually having sex for the first time. But he could clearly remember having sex with Mark at least once a week for the eight months they had been together.But his conversation with Nicole about their sexual history had its own weirdness. He reembered being told by Nicole about Mark, but he also remembered telling David. We did add a stop in Denver so she could visit a few friends, such as a few fellow teachers she had worked with, and her old AA sponsor that she had only spoken with on the phone but not seen since her abduction and later recovery. Everyone was happy to see her well and happily married to the man she had loved for so many years. All of her friends embarrassed me by repeating stories she had told them of her love for me and how she hoped to redeem herself someday in my eyes. Allison even.