It was quiet and I imagined I could hear the pain of my chest beating and my arm throbbing. I walked through the house. My house was largely unchanged...since they moved in. Melissa had gotten me a new couch and there were a few new pictures on the wall, some clothes in closets upstairs. Everything was still comfortably familiar. God, I was a fucking idiot.Why did she have to be such a bitch about it though? Why couldn’t she talk to me!? I found myself punching the wall and stared at the little. She came upstairs after me, and tucked in her two youngest. She came into her oldest son's room, told the boys goodnight, and kissed her son on the forehead. I turned off the light switch and closed the door. I stopped off in the bathroom as she headed downstairs. I could hear the boys whispering in the room as I headed downstairs. When I returned to the living room, she had opened up two beers and was waiting for me on the couch. She turned the volume on the television down so she could hear. In disgust, Joan went back to her work. She wondered how a man could be so foul. His movement caught her eye. She watched as he scratched his hairy testicles. She knew he was not aware of her presence, but also knew it would not have mattered.“Holmes, Holmes!” She attempted to get his attention. “Get your nasty ass up, and go take a shower, you stink.” Joan pushed against his head with her delicate hand.Holmes turned, his eyes were bloodshot and barely opened. He smacked his lips together.. "Lunch." she stated rudely, "You gotta get out". "OK." She stated, standing to get out. But as she stood she realised something she hadn't before. Thinking of the life guard had made her wet. Extremely wet. Because of her tight swimming costume, she didn't know whether it was noticeable, so she kept her back to the "skinny bitch" as she got out and walked away. She quickly walked towards the changing rooms on the far side from the lifeguard so he couldn't see her problem. Just before leaving,.