Yes I am, don't start, I have never felt like this, so it is taking a long time to process it." Hartwell said."No, I am not here to belittle you broth...r, I am just glad that you haven't completely given up. You are more like the man that left home all those years ago," Lucie said."More like I was? I am still the same man who..." Hartwell started, then stopped when Lucie shook her head no."You are a solider, war has turned you cold and hard inside. I can see it. I guess you had to though, with. I only keep this story as "moderated" so that I can proofread what you've written. As for the content of this story: all characters are over the age of 18. Any content that is similar to real life events is merely coincidence.)My name is Mike Decker, and I'm a senior in high school. The only bad thing about my high school? It's a spare bedroom in my house, that my mom converted to a classroom. You see, when my twin sister Molly and I were born, my mom read all the parenting books. ALL of them.. Away from the sorrow that I can bring you, and from the damage to your reputation, that what you seem to seek will likely cause. I cannot be party to an act that would so surely take you down in reputation and respect, and in that fall, so too the feelings you now have for me. If, in my leaving, I can preserve any part of that good disposition of you to me, all the better." What of me? You presume to interpret, wrongly, what it is I'm seeking from you. It isn't love for you, or even lust that. She explained that the reason she was crying was that I would be leaving soon and she didn't want me to go.What Emma didn't know was that my wife was actually away at her mother's. Her mother had had a fall and needed help around the house, my wife had gone down there for a couple of weeks to look after her and to give her sister a break. This meant I didn't have to leave until it was time to go to work. I leant down and whispered in her ear, "Don't you want me to stay tonight?" She looked me.