I’m not his soul mate, he can’t be with me anymore. Very quickly I flash through the achingly terrible fighting that occurred between he and I, an... the six months of healing that followed. With focus on the rough spots. I’m beginning to get this feeling in my chest like my hearts becoming almost to full, re-feeling all this at once. The sadness of my life I think now, that it’s over while still scarring in it’s own way could not be nearly as bad as others I’ve known in my life, or just the. We saw the Nutcracker ballet, it moved me intensely and I left in tears. We walked Times Square and went to see the beautiful lights and Christmas decorations. On my last night, we went to a quaint little Italian restaurant and talked about getting together again. We were leaving the next morning to head upstate to Mark and Kris’s friend Aaron’s place on Lake George.The drive north was quiet as I thought about what I was doing. Aaron met us outside of Albany. We all had an early lunch as Mark. It can't hurt to be friendly with him," I explained."No, I guess not. I'll be the only girl, though, right?" I'm afraid so. Becca - you remember her from that we went out after work? - said she had other plans." Well, okay, I guess. But I'd rather have you all to myself." I know, baby. It's just one evening." All right." Okay, honey, I'll see you tonight. Don't worry, we'll have fun." Bye," she said."Bye, babe. I love you." I love you, too."When I got home from work, I straightened up our. She was covered in the seed of man, great dollops of cum, most dry but some still dripping over her skin. Even her hair had traces of discharge and around her mouth that was caked in it. Her tits and they were not small bore the marks of a thorough mauling, in other words she was a mess. He lifted her up and carried her into the bathroom and there for quite some time cleaned her up; she was like a rag doll, offering no comment as he washed and dried her and then dumped her onto the bed. His.