You are a fucking shithead and if I hear that you're doing this again, I will make sure that you regret it. Understand?"He nodded as much as he could....I dropped him like so much dog shit and looked at my fingers as if they were contaminated, which, in a way, they were."Don't stand there, all high and fucking mighty, you bastard! You fucked her too!"I didn't think twice, I brought my foot back and kicked him in the face. All I wanted to do was to wipe that smug, leering grin off his face. The. After all, I had a house to visit.Carl had money, and he had married more money. His wife Helen came from an old family, and there were rumors that they'd had to marry quickly, because of the state of things. True or not, their daughter Kristin was born a bit more than half a year after they had married. Previously, I'd had no reason to question the happiness of their marriage. With my new information, I was sure that Helen was not happy. Most probably, neither was Kristin, who should be. ”“Good, I’m doing that.”“Most men don’t want a knife anywhere near their private parts.”“Did you say knife! Forget it! So what do I wear when we go to church tomorrow?”“Sonya says that boys dress casual and men wear a jacket and tie.”“So I’ll wear a jacket and tie. No pants, huh.”Laughing, “Nope.”“This is my kind of place! Do I even have a jacket that fits?”“Let’s check in the morning. Good night macho man.”“Cut the macho. Call me the man with the plan. D-D-D-DuRaN dah man.”38HOLY MOLYAs. ” She had to say she was always in the bag when I was with her. I said it was a trigger, if she told anybody I would find out and I would be forced to regret letting her go. I would not like that. She would like it less. “It is something I have to do ... it is my nature,” I explained. She understood.“Why would you want to go this route?” she asked pointing at the glasses, asking about the time I would have to devote to her. “It will require more of your time and attention, including things that.