How does that make you feel?"I smiled and reached for her."Fantastic."Karen pushed me away."Is our life that good because you've been able to punish h...r enough?"Okay, this was not fun. My thoughts tumbled out."It's, got nothing to do with us. Having her, shit. I have you. It's, completely independent. If nothing happens to her, I still have you. I don't love her. I don't like her." Speak up. You're mumbling. I can't understand some of what you're saying." I'm thinking out loud. What difference. I don't feelsick or anything; just kinda warm all over.Those pills are calling to me. It was easier in college. Drugsfucking everywhere but I stopped taking after I moved away and lost myconnections.It was just such a shitty day, you know? And the high felt pretty damngood. It'd help take the edge off and let me relax a little.Alright, Diary. You convinced me.Washed the last two pills down with some whiskey and now I'm sittingwaiting for it to work. I think I'll check around for a dealer. He patted the space next to him and she approached. “You sure know how to pamper a woman, my love. I haven't had such a wonderful, luxuriating bath in so long, I can't even remember; particularly with the four kids and a husband who just never seems to be available to address their needs and provide me with such a wonderful diversion. You have no idea how much I appreciate that; almost better than the sex,” she smiled, while stroking his upper thigh. “Really? Well then I'm either going to have. Oh and happy birthday, Jenny," I said."Thanks, Dad," she replied and gave me a hug."Want your present?" I asked."Yes please," she replied, almost bouncing in excitement.I went to a locked cupboard and brought out a wooden box that I'd sanded and varnished to the point where it almost appeared to glow."It's beautiful, Dad," Jenny breathed as she ran her fingers over it."Open it," I said with a smile."Er how?" she asked after trying to push and tilt where a join could be seen.I twisted the lid.