I was telling you my sad story. At least it was sad to me. Some of you readers might be getting quite a hoot out of my problems.I'd been badly injured...by my wife's lover. Her name is Kim, and his is Eddie. I had caught them together in our bed and Eddie had wiped the floor with me. All of the time he was beating me to a pulp, Kim kept saying, "Stop Eddie! He's not a quarter of a man you are. Get over here and fuck me." Those two sentences that she said over and over were like a thousand knives. I opened main gate and found that door was locked from inside and I tried bell but unfortunately it was switched off from inside. I found somethng wrong and I went at back side of our house where there is a door from kitchen and it was open and so I came in n there was too silence and no one was there on ground floor.I thought mom had been somewhere out so and I went to first floor and there I saw bedroom of mom was closed and then I came to know that mom wasnt out and she is in bed room and up. A second later, he blew the smoke back out. Jason felt shocked. He couldn't believe he'd just done that. He couldn't even help himself, and wanted to scream out in frustration. Again, he found himself taking another draw from the cigarette, and realized that it didn't hurt, like he'd thought it would. It felt kinda weird, but it didn't hurt. It tasted funny too. He'd expected it to taste horribly foul and disgusting, but it wasn't. At least not completely. It tasted strange to him though, and. She had made a sort of small room and said she often used it to get some quiet time and this time she had covered the floor with old sacks. She had made the bales into a seat and a backrest and was sitting there waiting for me and patted the seat next to her.I sat wondering what was happening, but didn’t have to wait too long, she said I could have the ring back and slid it seductively onto my finger…. And now I can give you a kiss for your birthday she said… and leaning over to me offering her.