All Saturday's and Sundays I would be with him citing work pressure at home. 2 years passed like this , I sensed something is wrong . His sister was g...tting married , I was so happy for that . He didn't invite me to his home town . Made excuses , remained silent on our marriage . The frequency of our dates in his room were once a fortnight now . Howsoever I may resolve to not do it I would end up with sucking him dry . His kiss , his embrace and what I called ' My Joystick ' was my lifeline .I. The other team was closing in on a clinching touchdown. At that point, dad got up, saying he was going to take a shower before dinner—he just couldn't watch any more. He left, but then he remembered that mom had asked him to bring home her favorite wine, and he had forgotten. He jumped in the car and sped off.A few minutes after he said he was going to the shower, our team picked six. The cornerback intercepted and ran it back 89 yards, turning the game around. I was so excited I ran upstairs. Sunday I was up early, decided to do some household chores before I headed to Mr Tates house. It was almost 10 am when I left the apartment. He lived on Brocket Road, a part of the village I hadn’t visited yet. At the end of Lemsford Village Road, I was waiting for for the road to clear to turn left, that’s when I spotted some people going to the St John’s Church. Parking the bike, I went inside. The church was almost full, finding a place near the back I sat down. The priest was speaking to. "He also said that she was the best looking whore he had seen in a long time. He might have to keep her for a couple of days, but he'd return her after she got her fill of a couple of real men," said Caelan now smiling savagely."Oh my god, no he didn't!" said Gail putting her hand over her mouth. "He grabbed your Mom like that?" Yes he did, and Dad just looked at us and smirked. Then he winked at us and we all ran for the door as fast as we could, and we just barely made it too, before.