" I cleared my throat. I don't know why. Just a subconscious tic I guess. Or maybe it's because I knew what I was about to read. I began reading. "S...ch are the days that shall be! but What are the deeds of today, In the days of the years we dwell in, That wear our lives away? Why, then, and for what we are waiting?" Heather rolled onto her side and looked up at me. Her foot stroked up and down my leg. With one hand she removed her sunglasses, while her other hand moved to my crotch.. Things had gone too far. I just wanted to cut my losses and go back to the way things used to be. If I had to, I would move out and find a new apartment. Things were clearly spiraling out of control, and that was as much my fault as it was his. I climbed out of my car in front of the restaurant, the whole conversation already planned exactly the way I wanted it to play out, but as soon as I saw him standing outside I knew I was beat. I couldn't confront John that day. He wasn't alone.Standing. This she had never done before with another man, exactly. The feel of fingers there while she sat in a car in some quiet place was familiar, but the touch of his mouth in the bright light of his living room was something different and far stronger. A week later Joel was stretched out beside her on her couch, hungrily seeking her mouth and finding everything there that he wanted. He gently massaged her foot when he began and he had worked his way up to her calves, still gentle for all that his. That cloyingly sweet odor that made Jessie want to vomit her brains out. Desperate to ease the smell, Jessie covered her mouth with her shirt and dove deeper into the room.She began to gather her backpack and books, all luckily spared contamination and then she noticed it.On the floor, half-caked in slime, was a bra. Jessie didn’t suppose it was that strange, but it caught her eye all the same. She knelt down and lifted the bra by the part that was not drenched and that’s when she saw the.