I wasn’t sure I could, but I did, and sucked it well. He came in my mouth, a huge hot jet, which hit the back of my throat. I swallowed it all, then...lay back on the bed, panting. On the telly, a woman who looked like me, was me, looked out, a rabbit vibrator pulsating deep inside herself, while her husband sold her.The husbands story.I sat chatting to Gerry, a photographer who had booked my wife Eve loads of times. I’d always liked him, as had Eve. Eve sat eating her light lunch. Soon it would. "We talked for another hour or so before hanging up. I sat back wondering if any relationship was perfect. At least Greg and Cindy and Gracie and Joey were having better luck than either Steve or I.Thanksgiving Day I was sitting in the den when the doorbell rang."Tommy, can you get that?" Mom hollered."Sure." Now who would be here on turkey day? Kevin was at Gail's celebrating with her and her mom. Greg and Cindy were at his house. It couldn't be ... nah.It was. "Hi, Tommy, how are you doing?". Freedom is a terrible fate. To be free of the entanglements of family and home and hearth, I knelt there and grieved.I heard the door click open and I didn’t bother to get up. There was nowhere to go, why bother.“I take it your sister was informative,” Dr. Spencer said gently, settling herself on the chair again.“Where do I go from here?” I asked, lost.“Home?” she offered.I laughed bitterly. “There’s nothing for me there. Someone told a lie about me and no one stopped to realize that it. No one said anything else.Church. I was the only one who had been to prom the night before who was at church this morning. Never miss church. I had a perfect attendance pin for seventeen years of Sunday School. I listened to the preacher talk about the God who had forsaken me. Who had sent me to this hell.I wasn’t interested in seeing my friends. My memories of last night were sketchy—even the early evening. I’d never really been drunk before, but I didn’t think it would feel this way. I was.