I don’t know how much longer I will survive my betrayal of my husband, five years ago. I know there’s a bullet coming with my name on it but when,...where or how I don’t know. I need to get this down on paper before it happens so the whole world will know the cost of cheating I have to pay. Let me start from the beginning. It started the year my boys were on summer break from school and I sent them to a very nice summer camp as we always did. Ron was 17 and Jerry was 16 at the time. My husband,. . . got it?Nobody's going to take you seriously. Look at yourself . . . look atthe way you're dressed. Are you really surprised that you getyourself into predicaments like this?" I shrugged."You asshole!" she yelled in anger. "You fucking asshole! I'mgoing to report you to your superiors! You'll pay for this! I swear. . ." Her tones became muffled again as my window closed . . .cutting her off. She gave me the finger, spat on my windshield, andthen turned angrily and stomped away."Crazy. Your mine. Every square centimeter. And I want every square centimeter to know it. I want to hear you scream. I pull out long enough to lube the dildo in your dripping cunt, then slam it into your ass. I close my eyes as you scream in pain, giving new life to my cock which quickly rams back into your pussy. "Sir, may I cum?" "What?" "Sir, may I cum?" you say louder. "I don't think you want it enough slut." I slap your ass, scratch your back, and pull your hair hard so your gaping mouth is in a. "The story helped distract SHE, but she continued stroking Joseph's head, which helped more than she could imagine, because though he would have recovered, it might have taken hours because he was lost in a deep emptiness, his consciousness bouncing like a Pong ball off of walls of grey matter, each place it bounced was an arbitrary and brief memory, but her gentle loving touch drew his consciousness to the sensation, and visions, though sparse, became cohesive and similar: Mother at his sick.