I was compelled to tell him my side of the story. That day after Uni, I went for a walk in the park. I had never been to the other side of the road.Fr...m my side, the park looked big, green and relaxing. I always wanted to lie down on the grass and look up at the sky. When I see people doing so, I always asked myself, “How can they relax when there is so much stress in life?” For me the sky is always falling. I’m always on the move. I’m tight lipped and closed pocket man who has little to offer. I look at the caller ID. It states boldly. "My Love." I flush red. Hesees his contact name and my reaction to it."Perhaps you are on your way to becoming my loving wife after all." Itseems to be only part jest.I cringe."Okay well text me the address later. I gotta go. Bye." I'm so flusteredI just want out of there."What? No kiss?" I'm repulsive remember." It's pointed."Oh right! Bye then. I love you," he says facetiously."Stop it!" I slam the door for effect.Outside I hold up the key remote and. As he collected the mail he hollered at his neighbor, "Sometimes wives just deserve flowers Phil."The old man grimaced as he huffed, "Whatever," as he turned around and limped back to his house.Fred felt badly about the comment after he said it because it had been a few years since the death of Phil's wife but it wasn't like he was a good neighbor as he saw the overgrown weeds and trash that littered Dorman's lawn. Fred walked up the driveway and back into his garage, closing the overhead door. “And what’s a glory hole?” “You, you mean you really don’t know what a glory hole is?” she laughed.“No, I’ve heard the name, but I’ve never inquired as to what they actually are.”“Well, it’s a small room or cubicle with one or more holes in the wall. A bloke sticks his cock through the hole, and you suck him off.”“Yuk, that sounds totally gross,” I said, in a state of shock and distaste.“What, sucking a cock?” she said, frowning.“No, the idea of sucking off someone I don’t know through a hole.