”“Why do you say that?”“For the same reason I did before — if you thought we should marry, you would have asked me quite some time ago. Even...if it was several years before we could marry, you would have asked. You didn’t. And I think that means, most likely, you never will.”“I’m sorry.”“For what? For being honest? We both had fantasies about the future. We both grew up to realize that fantasy and reality aren’t the same. Perhaps we won’t fulfill the one where we marry and raise an Orthodox. She complied, although tears continued to stream down her face. ‘Now, we need to get a few things straight! Don’t tell me that I’m the one who doesn’t understand, because it’s YOU! You’re the one who doesn’t understand! You don’t understand a god-damned thing about who I am or why I do what I do! And something else. You say that you want to be punished like in your drawings. It’s obvious you don’t know what you’re talking about! There’s no way I’d go that far with anyone, even if they asked me. She arched her back and came......she even squirted a little too. I asked her what got her so excited. She told me that her and Olivia, appearntlly that's our camping neighbor's name, hit off in the bathroom. They both shared the single stall in there. My wife hates using those toilets. Olivia brought some cleaning supplies so they scrubbed the outhouse best they could even the toilet. Olivia insisted that my wife go first. She sat down and was having a hard time going because Olivia was. Instead of Lucy being in the kitchen with a dessert pulled out, there was a note on the door that said come find me boys. Ray and Dave looked at eachother kinda stuned, opened the door and seen a trail of silk rose pettles.The trail had led back to the basement where Dave and Lucy keep the alchol. There they found a note next to 3 Jack and Cokes that read, Take a seat and a drink and yell Honey I'm home. So they both took a sio of their drinks and yelled. Suddenly some smooth R&B music started.