She saw it. She left him. He died, his life, his ambitions, his soul. But she had found a path. Matthew had found a way to take that away from her.“...’m going to call for pizza,” I did a headcount, “Pepperoni and cheese?”“What for all of us?” Matthew asked. As I flipped out my phone. I knew the number. They just asked their phone to call for them. No one complained three larges were inbound.“So,” I asked afterwards. No one had said anything, “Are you done fucking up?”“Yeah,” Matthew nodded, “I. There she was topless in a tight pair of pink stretch pants. Her breasts were magnificent and I loved her pierced nipples. At least she didn’t have any in her face, other then in her ear lobes that is.So she sat there and we talked about our ex’s. Samantha liked sex, she really liked sex, all kinds of sex. She liked anal, she didn’t mind being tied up and handcuffed, and she liked sex in public with the chance of getting caught. Samantha was the perfect woman. We had lived next door to one. "Amanda!" I yelped. "Put me down thisinstant!" "Why, Daddy? You like it when Mommy does this to you! Ican tell!" I couldn't see her face, which was pressed against myshoulder blades, but her voice sounded genuinely puzzled. Ithought fast. "You're not your mother!" I told her sternly. "And you're only five years old! You know how often your motherhas told you not to lift too much weight at your age! I can tellI'm too heavy for you! You could hurt yourself lifting me!" That apparently made sense. ” “ Well I hope you feel like an ass hole for insinuating that I drugged you just to get into your pants.” Jill started gathering her clutch and pack of smokes. “ I didn’t mean that,” I really hadn’t. Jill stands. “Yeah well, get fucked.” She storms off. Just then my phone vibrates. A text from Markus: c u then. I am fucked. ~ V ~ I easily could have texted back: never mind. I could have just not been home. I could have just not opened the door when he knocked. I could have done a.