Most people eyes were focused on het crotch swaying in anticipation. I could see that Bipasha’s bladder location beneath her belly was a bit swollen...so we had something coming.The first signs of that were that, at some point, I saw some droplets appearing in her crotch, while her legs were closed and the wetness trying to escape from the front and slowly finding a way down, clinging to her legs on the way to her feet. You did not need glasses to notice it, and others around the table noticed it. She probably was vulnerable at 14 years in the marriage mark, but so was I, and I was faithful to her. I do not know if she cheated on me with anyone else, but it doesn't matter to me any more.She'd leave the marriage, as I would; broke. We lost the house, lost my tools, my two work trucks but she got to keep her old 2002 Oldsmobile. We didn't have the money to file for divorce, so we just went our separate ways.My folks were extremely upset with us. They wanted grandchildren and I wasn't. ” What is she talking about? Centries? Crux Scouts? How does she know all this? Erin hands me back my tablet and pulls me aside. “I’m sorry Rob, but I have to go. Are we good?”“What was she talking about? Crux scouts and Centries?” I ask. “I’ll tell you later, I’m sorry Rob. Got to go,” she says as she takes off. I put my tablet in my bag and call Ms. Martell, the woman my dad hired to look after me. She pulls up to the gym and I hop into the front seat. “You know, usually the people I drive. It was not a pretty sight for they writhed as if in agony waiting for the horned one to bless their intent. They all knew it was not likely for they were only a minor group of little import in his plan but still they ground their flesh together in hope of finding some solace in the tingle it provided.The sister of the mayor raised her voice in ageless song in a language forbidden by their unwanted guest oppressors and they all vibrated with the power of the words and repeated them like a litany.