His wife clenched his hand tighter, looked at him and smiled. ‘I am so proud to be your wife. Ten years, it’s been wonderful. I can’t wait to se... where the next ten take us.’ Richard sat back and smiled. My son has been married ten years, he thought. Adam looked so strong. Richard was proud. ‘I’m proud to be your husband too, sweetie. I just remember…’ Adam’s voice trailed off. ‘Remember what, honey?’ ‘I remember the day I picked up my father’s cell phone and tried to make a call. I saw that. There was still no time for dating, though I did get to flirt with some girls at the big 4th of July picnic in town. If it hadn't been for Julie May hanging around me like flies hang around raw meat, I might have gotten Cynthia Johnson off in the dark during the fireworks display and tested out Aunt Wendy's hypothesis that no girl could resist me. I wouldn't have had too much fun, though, because of course I didn't have a condom. Still, I couldn't help but wonder if different nipples would. Luckily the local martial art was a Kung Fu dojo. The only issue being it was a different organization than my former club, this one was a splinter group of instructors, who had broken away to form their own faction. I would have to wait and see whether they would ratify my level of achievement in their club.For further Ninjutsu training and lessons I would need to travel back to Atlanta, though my Sensei had told me that he had nothing specific left to teach me and that I could continue mainly. In high school, we were each other’s rocks. It wasn’t until she wigged out in college and did her turns as a third wave feminist then as an aggressive miscegenation proponent and now what looks like a pseudo-lesbian that she became completely unreliable. Mostly, however, she was selfish. What I’ve slowly come to realize is that Susan wasn’t there for me in high school. I was there for her. I was there for her to dominate and for me to submit. It was always about her. It’s hard to have trust in.