So, I just made the rolls as big as the holes would hold. This was a significant mistake.Ka-Fucking-Blammo, the boulder turned into nine billion hunks...of flying razor sharp rock, I threw myself on top of the girls, we got a crapload of small cuts and contusions from the rock, the air was filled with a falling rain of granite debris and dust, and we all went rolling into the depression in a screaming pile. We all lay there concussed for a minute or two, and then the girls all looked at each. I guess he didn't know what to say. There wasn't anything that he could say really. It was going to take time.And it did. I had no sex of any kind for the next two and a half weeks. Well, except for once. It wasn't good for me, though. I was just a cum-dump for my rapist. But believe me, with the rings constantly drawing my attention to my nipples and my clit, sex was on my mind a lot.Mark and Brad were disappointed of course. Sean told them we would have to skip the race for two weeks. But he. "Ebenezer, I told the children about your wise decision to defer your concept of a wedding promotion until after their wedding. They were pleased."Children? We certainly hadn't discussed using that word. I worried the infantilization would undercut my ability to negotiate, but it was out there and I couldn't think of any way to fix it."Good. I'm gratified they appreciated my efforts." He was aloof.That was an effort? Declining to make my wedding a marketing circus was an effort? He was. Last I heard was that she was finishing her student teaching in Madeira. She ought to have her license by now.”“You still care for her, don’t you?”“As a human being? Of course. As someone that I once loved? Certainly. But I don’t know that Becky can handle even a simple friendship with me, even now. That was my last mistake - thinking that she and I could be friends. By the time I figured out that she couldn’t handle it, it was too late.”“So what are you going to do?”“Have dinner. And tell her.