At first I was so angry I just looked out the window refusing to turn and look at him.It was a completely silent drive.We get close to my Uncle’s pl...ce and he has the nerve to ask me, “Are you OK?” Fuming, I turned to him...fully intending to let him have it!Ok? Ok?! How could anyone be ‘OK’ when you think that someone loves you and then they do what they did and leave you to deal with it alone? Didn't he know that for the past 4 days, 3 hours and 32 minutes and however many seconds I had been. He also began to search online for character workers; people who help to mold his adult life. He scanned through the sights. They all seemed too cheery and fake; until his eyes caught the peculiar title. “ Master; mind body soul” He clicked and filled out the vague “yes, no” answers and gave examples of things he wished to work on for his future, added on his name and number but no address being that he was still living in a hotel, and sent it off. Not many hours later, while cleaning his. Curt assumed she was referring to the black guy she was sleeping with. He nodded and glanced at the book she was carrying, the pen in her other hand.In his bed, stroking his cock a little later, Curt made a poor decision. “Yeah that’s right. You’ll be out sleeping around with some black man. I’ll be here, home alone. I’ll figure out who he is and what you’ve been up to.”-3-The next evening Curt entered his mother’s bedroom. He searched for ten minutes before finding it. He searched under her. After a few seconds she said, "Michael, say something, please say anything." "I don't know what to say." "Michael, have I destroyed our marriage?" "I don't know; it's possible." "Please don't say that. There has to be a way." "Jeanne, you still haven't told me that you're going to stop seeing Fischer." "Do I have to? Michael, you have to believe me, it really is just sex." "Sex that I've been denied." "That will change, I promise." "You mean that when you're not partying with your stud, you'll.