Monday morning I spent half the morning with my counselor. I was two years behind in school, one because mom held me back and the other, grades. The c...unselor worked and tried to adjust my schedule where I could graduate at the end of the year, which meant I had no study hall, no P.E., an actual thrill to me, and two periods of English. The great part of this was I had Ms. Peters both classes, although I knew I was going to hate Shakespeare.I was a half credit short. She said the only solution. . I… " I held up my hand to stop his babbling, “I saw the whole thing… it was really hot.”Steve’s expression changed to utter confusion, he turned to my wife questioningly. Heather opened her eyes and looked at him mischievously, “Oh… didn’t I mention my husband would be watching us?”“NO… I’m quite certain I would have remembered that little detail!” he declared emphatically. Heather looked at him and smiled wickedly, “Sorry about that…”Steve turned back to me, “so… you’re cool with this?” He. An abstract thought crossed my mind; none of the guys had objected or left. Out of five, it seemed unlikely that everyone would accept what was going on. But we were old friends, and in the end I concluded it was part drunkenness, part group dynamics, and probably part pleasure at seeing me humiliated. There had many times over the years when my ego had been a source of friction. Add in the fact that my wife had gotten them pretty worked up, and they were probably horny and eager to see what. "No, it isn't right; at least not for me. I've just opened up to you, told you things most people keep as deep dark secrets, and the mood, well its not a make love mood. I – I love you, in a special way, but I'm not in love with you. I like being with you but---." It's okay. I think I understand." I don't think you do. Since leaving you I've been evaluating us; the reality of you and me and the frailty of our relationship. It's frail because you're twenty, or will be, and I'm forty-six; it's.