”“Sure,” I told him. “You’re welcome to stay at our place tonight.”“No,” he replied. “I need to be alone.”“Ok, I understand.”I...drove to a nearby NyLo, and as we pulled up to the porte-cochère to drop him off, he sighed heavily. “Melissa said that life is suffering,” he began, and his words sent a shockwave into my brain and nearly stopped my heart. “I never knew what she meant until now.”“What did you say?” I asked.“Life is suffering,” he repeated. “It’s some kind of Buddhist expression,. I lifted my knees and spread them wide giving Randle maximum access. It had been a week since I had him and my body shook and I moaned. “Oh fuck yes Randle. Work that lovely tongue my gorgeous boy” I whispered. “No-one can hear you sweetheart” said Greg “scream as loud as you like”.I came quickly, the mixture of Randle’s tongue and the surroundings. It was time to decide whether I was game to go the whole way. I came again and the die was cast. I hurried turned over on hands and knees. “Randle. If she had come to me right away, would I have gotten us in to see a professional? Given the way I am, or was, almost certainly not. I would have given her lip-service reassurance, I suppose. Tried to explain away her concerns: we're going through a change; new house, new baby, new city new business for me, and new career as a mommy for you. Still, she didn't let me in until it was too late by far.I didn't want to listen to her reasons.I know she had to have felt lonely, vulnerable, alone.. One night about six months after we had bought our first computer, primarily because Laurel had returned to college to earn her bachelor's degree in education. Computers had windows 98 then and it was before lap-tops were in vogue and widely in use. We started to talk about all of the cool things we had discovered on the world wide web. One of the things I had discovered (besides porn) was chat rooms. I told her all about them and of course all about the pervs and sluts that were into cyber sex.