The shopkeeper placing fresh bread on the stand just outside her shop, bits of flour dusted in her hair. The lorry parked at the curb, an older man wi...hin, only his hands visible as they hefted the parcels down to the younger man who was distracted by the two women walking and laughing beside the truck. The light changed as her vision shifted, a cloud covered the sun, subduing the light, creating new shadows and reflections. The old Renault next to the antique shop seemed out of place, it took. "Nothing in this world is as certain as that, and I'll be here for you. It may not be easy for a while, but we'll figure it all out. I promise you that." With great heartache, and yet great anticipation of what the future held, I walked out the door, got in my car and drove home to a marriage that was over. I had been fooling myself for so long that we could somehow magically fix the problems between us, but now I was certain that it was over. Now I had to figure out how to break things off. It sounded as if Rachel was a little more aggressive than he had expected. They were naked in her bed within minutes of arriving at their house. Doug told me that they did a 69 with Rachel swallowing his cum. I figured he told me that because I have never allowed him to cum in my mouth.I asked him again it if was all he thought it would be. “It was okay.” Doug seemed a little disappointed when he described how they fucked. He said he came inside her and Rachel rolled over falling asleep. He. We might get a little free time during the day, if we were efficient at preparing and cleaning up our meals.Tuesday, January 5, 1988 – Late Morning, Troop 403 Campsite“Hey, guys!” Tess called out. John and Mark looked up from their card game under the dining fly. “Can we come in?”“Sure,” Mark called back, grinning widely. “Be our guests.”The girls gave Mark and me hugs and quick kisses on the cheek.“I thought you were doing activities today.” I remarked.“After lunch,” Tess replied. “We have.