The sheets were soft and cool to my touch as I straightened them.I heard the shower turn off and turned on the dry ice machine. In no time, the bedroo... filled with soft white clouds. I tossed my shirt and jeans aside and pulled on the silky white boxers I'd chosen for this night and then I lay back on the bed to await my angel.I heard Missy gasp when she opened the bathroom door and saw the dry ice cloud filling the hallway. She looked like an angel as she walked slowly toward me. I could see. I must admit I did look at my gun and considered it but that was a weak way to go. What did I really know? Going through the years up to now I came with some definite facts. 1. The baby wasn’t mine as I was sterile. 2. My wife was a cheating bitch. 3. Sandman was my worst enemy and he was fucking My wife. 4. Doug Peterson was an asshole but he had been set up by Sandman. It is a hard thing to come to terms with when you realize your whole life is a lie. It feels terrible to be surrounded by. She would go someplace where they raised horses and she would get a job taking care of them. Then at night she would sneak down into the stables and do what she had to do. She didn't dare do that now because she was so afraid that Chris would catch her. She was sure that he hated her, although she couldn't figure out why he would. After what he saw me doing, he should love me all the more for it, she said to herself over and over.But the fact of the matter was that he didn't. He seemed to think. 22 years of tugging, pulling, biting, streching, squeezing, sliding, kneading and applying vaccum sucks, with love and saliva, have come to an end, that Christmas.When I say I am dry I dont mean 'On the Wagon' or vaginaly dry, god no, I mean I have not pumped semen from a mans' testes in over a year and that in my fertile mind is fucking awful.In truth my toy collection has increased by three, the latest a neat model from Lelo, a Swedish company, employs style, sleekness, angle and a fantastic.