We had k**s the same age so we did some things together when they were smaller. Than a few years ago he kind of changed and I could only be around him...at work. I would only see his wife a couple times a year after that. About 2 years ago she came by the office and I could see that she had a boob job. She must be a 36D now she had pretty small tits before. Now my wife is a 40D so you know I love tits. Anyway this year at the Christmas dinner she had quite a bit to drink and was standing next to. I’m dead meat. Fucked. I’ll be canned for life. “Well, I…”“Don’t bother…’ the ranger interrupted, “why don’t we just make a deal…” he paused for a few seconds as I stared at him almost starting to shake “How about we say that your little cousin come for a ride with me down the road. I’ll have him back in an hour and after I drop the boy off, you and I can both agree to keep both our mouths shut. Like I never even knew you were here and you never saw me.”What? He wasn’t going to bust me? . ”At that point, another party of men rode up. They were riding in a more disciplined fashion. No doubt word had spread about how we had “magically” appeared. The ones in front of us parted and the others moved forward.“Have you come to fight instead of the others?” I taunted.One of the new group spoke up, “It’s good to see you’re finally here; Hero John is it?”“You have me at a loss; I don’t know your name, I am afraid.”“Oh forgive me; they call me Roland.”“And Roland, why would you call me. Yet your heart refuses to cheat its own intentions as if it was drawn to the torture and the bleeding caused by her vampire-like claws, almost willing to get mended only to be slowly bled dry and shattered once more.Your stop. You get up. Through the mist of your crushing thoughts, you manage a faint smile as you leave the pretty girl alone. Although she smiles back, it can't cover the concern written all over her face. Your brain tells you to stop, to seize the chance, to break free, to take.