.....just one pint and I'll buy the firstround!!!" he says with a smile and a little wink. I laugh at his littlejoke."Ok. One pint.....but that's all ...t better had be!!" I say to him as wewait for the clock to hit 17:00.We both finish our work and as soon as it gets to 17:00 we leave theoffice and head to the pub together. He seems like a really nice guy andwe get talking about all sorts of things from which films we like to whatour perfect first date would be but then I do something quite. "Her face looked a bit shocked as my answer had caught her a bit off guard. I continued and asked her, "Truth or Dare?" Truth" she replied.I asked, "When did you lose your virginity."She tossed her hair over her shoulder and took a deep breath as she shifted in her seat to face me. "In the eighth grade, and it was with Tommy Peterson. We went to the winter formal dance at school and afterwards one thing lead to another. He ended getting about three thrusts in with his four-inch dick before he. It was late at night and Missy had already gone to bed. She didn’t need to fall asleep to the soundtrack of her parents arguing over nothing again. I loved my daughter too much to cause her any more inconveniences.But dear God, how I wanted to say something.How I wanted to grab her shoulders and physically shake some sense into Kate.It was difficult not to resent my wife and let her have a piece of my mind.Despite always reminding myself to be understanding and to abide by our wedding vows,. "You fucking idiot," I yelled at him, "Do you think, do you fucking think, that I would have walked up to a random person in this fucking city of depraved lunatics, who might have killed me, and tried to break him out of a funk, because I don't care about people?" I'm sorr-," he stuttered."You better be," I told him, "Because I fucking care. I kept running by you every fucking day watching you cry and cry and cry. Maybe I have too much fucking empathy. Maybe I have too big a fucking heart. But.