What are you thinking now?" I asked, part of me thinking maybe I didn't want to know. Brett's response was pulling me up to stand, right in front of t...e window. My eyes quickly averted towards the kitchen, and I felt at least some relief when I couldn't see anybody there. I could hear distant voices though, and figured that they must be in another room and had forgotten to turn off their kitchen light. Maybe they were in their living room... Yes, that's it, I told myself hopefully, and they're. It was cloudy out, but as far as I was concerned it was a beautiful day. Almost as beautiful as the woman holding the bouquet of flowers standing across from me. There is just something about a prospective bride that is beautiful, eerily so.“You may now kiss the bride,” said the magistrate. And I did, and it was wonderful and she tasted great, and we were married. Nobody had the right to be this happy. The witnesses had been my bud from my old job at the Auto Works, Julian, and a lady worker in. She might need one of her bridge partners investigated. You know how crooked those gray haired old ladies are. Convince Lucinda to call around to see if anyone at the gym wants to suggest something,” I suggested it hoping I didn’t sound like I was slacking off.“Alright but call your son to see if he needs anything. Cheating husbands really are a waste, since we can’t use the film we shot,” he offered, “To be honest, Gerome shot that film and I’m not convinced it isn’t on the dark web somewhere.. Jackson wound up going into work that day, leaving me by myself in the apartment.Jackson hadn't left my side for more than thirty minutes that week, which meant I hadn't had much of a chance to rub one out. He'd even slept in the same bed with me, which I enjoyed his company, but I didn't dare try to even give myself a quick finger, since Jackson was, I knew, a light sleeper. Jackson and I weren't shy when it came to talking about sex, but having him walk in on me during a passionate moment of.