”She lay in my arms, and I realized she was crying. Oh, shit. I pulled her up, and looked in her eyes. I wanted her to see my eyes. I know that’s ...nfair and manipulative, but this thing happens to me that really endears me to women. I’m weird, I can’t see a woman cry, especially one in my arms, without crying a little myself. I don’t know why, but I have a reaction that way. I felt the tears in the corner of my eye, and I could see her eyes widen as she noticed.“Baby,” I said, “I’m sorry. Don’t. She walked passed me as I turned my head to look for the cam cord er. I slowly walked toward it, my cock swinging back n forth in front of the lens. I could see the red light was still flashing. I leaned down to make sure I was still in focus for Doug. I then walked over to the front of the leather couch. It was covered in sweat, sperm, and prego juices.Doug had asked me to tape everything. He knew I could not resist his wife. He wanted to watch everything I did to her. He told me about. I was getting pretty good at that, it seemed. Spreading my little rain cloud wherever I went."I'd like to come over, after the game tonight if it's not too late," I said."I doubt she'll even be here, Travis," Mary Jane said. "She hasn't been home a single night since she got back from Toronto."Oh, shit."Ask her to call me. Tell her I said please." I'll ask her, but I doubt she'll call you." This is so stupid!" Yeah." Okay. Listen, Mary Jane, keep after her -- please, about calling me -- but I'm. The next piece of local news was about Rory, he found a job at a local photo shop, running the counter to allow the guy who ran the shop to concentrate on doing the printing and computer work.It was only three times a week, from five to nine, it would mean he had to prioritize his time to make sure his schoolwork was done, but at least it would be a steady income to allow him some freedom and to make better dates with April, which looked like becoming a steady relationship.I was still paying.