” Trying to filter out the plural reference (as well as the going-into-crime-for stuff), I'm almost hypnotized by the slow, easy way she dazzlingly ...licks herself up into a wildly glistening sex machine of destruction. “And look how stretched out my pussy-lips and butthole are... black holes to suck you in so that you disappear... right up in them. Sorta like how Dave, Raphael and Marco have disappeared up in them, too.” The bomb lands with devastating impact, as Megan cranes her head further. I had never felt so warm and content, so fulfilled in marriage and life.She wiggled in my arms, found a more comfortable position. She took a series of deep breaths, ending in a long sigh. She cleared her throat. "I've been seeing someone else," she said.I heard her clearly, but couldn't hear her. I felt as though I had been drenched in ice water, lit up by lightning! My mind refused to process. Hundreds of questions, dozens of accusations, swirled in my head. It seemed like hours passed before. I waspassing a charity shop when I stopped suddenly. There in the window wasa dress. It was 1950's style, had a nipped waist, black long sleevedblouse with large turned back cuffs and a black and white striped fullskirt. I stood and gaped. Then I went in. The dress was in goodcondition, hardly worn, it was a good few years old, possibly even fromthe 50's, very striking and was the right size for Missy.I was astonished and headed for the assistant. As it was being wrappedI noticed a pair. ‭All of sudden she was too high to drive, ‭ ‬so she fell on my bed and slept.‭ ‬I was surprised, ‭ ‬but she wasn’t the first person to fall asleep on me.‭ ‬Just first to have driven seven hours to do it.‭ ‬I laughed as I walked to cabin five with my light weight sleeping bag in tow.‭ ‬In this day and age of women crying rape, ‭ ‬it was the‭ ‬thing for a man on parole‭ ‬to do.‭ ‬Especially when dealing with a slightly unstable woman.‭As usual I awoke at‭ ‬6AM to use the bath room.‭ ‬I walked.