"No," Brian said, "we were just two young guys who were the best of friends, just like you two. It brings back a lot of good memories. I'm glad to see...you looking so happy, Jamie." Thanks, Dad," he said.Brian looked at his son in the mirror, dressed in his tuxedo, and said, "I am really proud of you. You have shown more maturity and character in the last six months than any other eighteen-year-old would. It does my heart good as a father to see how fine a man you have become. Lynn is going to. We were happy and life was one sexual adventure after another.As it turns out, I was, unknowingly, a sex addict and she was a damaged little girl who felt she had no value other than sex. She got me into a swinger's lifestyle. I didn't know it existed before that, but once exposed it was like crack to an addict. I couldn't get enough. I wanted to push boundaries all the time. And I discovered that I could manipulate her to do whatever I wanted.I didn't realize I was doing it at first, but once. . I suppose, I was her ‘rebound girl’. She said someone had really torn her up emotionally thrown her out with just the clothes on her back! I didn’t care about being second. To know Saphie was to love her.” “Saphie?” I choked out the name. God must be laughing His ass off right now. “As in ‘Sapphire’?” I asked, dreading the answer but needing to know. “Yes, Sapphire…why?” Cassie looked like she was about to cry so I segued the conversation in another direction after giving her a glib response.. It finally occurred to me that she didn't want to go out to lunch with me, and that it had more to do with me than with going out to lunch."That's okay, Joyce. Another time, perhaps? I'd still like to take a look at that Lincoln when you have a chance though." I was a little bit hurt by her not wanting to go out to eat with me. With all that was going on in my life right then, I guess I was looking for someone to hang around with. Someone I knew I had no romantic designs toward. Joyce looked up.