"Good!" I thought to myself. "He thinks we are going to play a game. Well, we were, but not the one he expects." Husband, I told you the only way I co...ld get through your cheating was to show you how I feel when I think of you with that dirty whore."I could see that he was trying to talk but couldn't with the tee shirt stuffed in his mouth, so I told him "I see you found out that you can't talk your way out of this one. Well husband, I wondered who I could get to help me show you how it feels,. But if you want to blame someone, blame the low-life that was driving that car.”That made sense. It was his fault. They should string him up. Or lock him up and throw away the key. But that wouldn’t be enough. If I ever got my hands on him, I’d make him pay. I’d make him suffer like I was suffering. Like Christine was suffering. Like—There was a knock on the door and we all turned to watch as it swung slowly open. Emily’s head tentatively appeared from behind it. “I’m sorry, I know I should. She pulls out two sandwiches and unwraps them from the foil. She hands me one as we start eating in silence.“Megan is not one of us,” Emily starts when she finished her sandwich. I have many questions about her and her family. They scare me with their talk of the gospel and what is written.“So,” I start trying to add to her conversation. “You are my soul mate and we are to be together.”“For eternity,” Emily adds. “But not now. You have to follow the gospel.”“What is this gospel,” I ask getting. “I said, ‘Open,’” Karen repeated, a little more forcibly this time.Jamie quickly opened his mouth, and Karen placed the food into it like a mother to a child. She watched his tongue tentatively prodding his food. “Close,” she said. “Now eat.”Jamie quickly closed his mouth. He could see her eyes narrowing. He didn’t dare anger her. He chewed and swallowed the savory bite. He could taste his salty sperm mixed in with the sweet syrup and soft, crunchy goodness of the pancake. It wasn’t bad at all,.