Finally, this morning, I got the call. The doctor's office said the results were finally in and that it didn't look good. They described a very rare f...rm of cancer that was inoperable and suggested I do my best to get my affairs in order. I was flabbergasted. I asked them to double-check to make sure it was my file they were reading. I found it hard to believe they could ascertain all of that from a single biopsy of my skin. It didn't make sense to me, but they assured me it was my file.I went. The beach ball rises. Crushed ice is liberally added. Two paddles hurtle down. "Crunch, Crunch".The ice squashes into my bum. Nine more paddle duets of crunching action transpire.My behind loses its red color completely as the chastity belt starts to freeze.The second set of paddles descends. My behind starts takes on an icy sheenas my balls start to seriously contract. The third pair of paddles squeal withzeal. I can feel an icy sheen on my bum. More crushed ice is added. The fourthpair. ‘Is this your username and password?' I asked. ‘No, I created it just for you,' anonymous replied. Entering the given credentials, I was on an adult blog website. I looked at the name. The Big Cheat it was a website for people that cheated on their husbands and wives. It didn't take long for me to find the nickname of my husband. He had used his old high school nickname. "No!" I shouted. There were videos and forums. Stan was one of the popular ones. He had thousands of followers. His pictures. I have seen their hurt though they still talk about you fondly. I have been in touch with them for years. The only reason they didn't come to my wedding was to prevent 'you' from being unhappy. Karen has convinced them and received their commitments to come to Irene's and Marianne's weddings. Dad will be there. He wants to walk his daughters down the aisle even though he is figuring you won't be there."Mother, isn't it time to let go of your foolish pride and your quest for a status that is.