I had seen a few porn mags before, but never had the opportunity to spend time with them. We each grabbed a magazine and started thumbing through the... looking at the pictures. We both started with Playboys. Definitely got my little pecker hard. I was doing my best to hide the fact that I was hard as a rock from Timmy. Pouty mouths, boobs, pussy’s covered in neatly trimmed hair, wow! Timmy picked up one of the nudist mags and started looking through it. He shared some of the family pics. I was devastated. I honestly believed my life was over. I wanted to die but I kept breathing. I had loved him so much that I would have prostrated myself and kissed his boots. He threw me aside like some piece of trash and went all the way across the country to escape me. His mistress had died in San Francisco and he came back a year later saying that he had a change of heart. In the meantime my love had turned to hate."Madelein listened to her without comment. "You know that there is a fine. Our AL East Division race was turning into a farce. After all those years of either looking up at the Yankees and Sox or, more recently, battling one or both of them down to the final day of the season, we were running away with the Division this year. Paul Warren had a worried look that wouldn't leave his face. I knew what he was worrying about. He was concerned about complacency setting in. It was, after all, a long way to the finish line, and we could still find plenty of ways to screw it. On his return home, Albert expressed his wish to Franz Debray, and Morrel, to see them at the opera that evening. Then he went to see his mother, who since the events of the day before had refused to see any one, and had kept her room. He found her in bed, overwhelmed with grief at this public humiliation. The sight of Albert produced the effect which might naturally be expected on Mercedes; she pressed her son's hand and sobbed aloud, but her tears relieved her. Albert stood one moment.