We’d been living back in Auburn for a month when that conversation happened.“I am a little younger than Cindy was when she got married,” I said....“Everybody knows the story. It’s not a secret.”Tara’s doing her best to be a stable influence on me, trying to play parent and big sister at the same time. I love her for trying. I mean, I love her because she’s my sister, you know, but I know kids who have big brothers and sisters who treat them like dirt – both directions. I don’t have that. The. Need a piss. Where’s the party?”He handed me a warm bottle of prosecco and just walked in. “Er, hi Peter” I said. He walked right past me and ran up the stairs towards the toilet. I wasn’t very happy. I’d gone from happy to angry in the space of 20 seconds. This is why I don’t like Peter. Then all the issues he caused on my wedding day came flooding back and I went from angry to bloody angry in 3 seconds. Then I looked down and saw he’d somehow trampled mud (god knows where from as we’d not had. Couldn't put his finger on it. Like walking toward edge of a precipice or something. Kinda anxiety of something totally unknown looming.Maybe just feeling guilty throwing the wife about during the night, Mike thought. Well, he'd been justified in slapping her face, grabbing her head and jamming his cock in her mouth to get a decent sucking. It was his right, she was his wife. He'd been left damn frustrated being teased by that damn whore in the bar earlier that evening. His mojo must be. I know for a fact that a lot of bookings came my way because Diana often came along with me and she loved wearing short skirts when she did and danced all night. I think that might even have been where I got the first inkling not everything was sunshine and daffodils. I got into DJ work because I love music, but hate dancing. Diana loves to dance and if I wasn’t going to join her on the floor or take her dancing, she was going out anyway. Many was the time I would watch the dance floor and see.