I take the bagels out of the toaster oven and bring them to the table. I sit next to her, to her left, and turn my chair to face her. She turns her ch...ir to face me, and tucks her right leg under left leg. She tugs the t shirt over her right knee and leans towards me. “Looks delicious, thank you, now kiss me,” she orders, with a smile. I kiss her. I butter a bagel and place it on her plate and cut it in four pieces. She watches me with a small smile on her face, as she drinks her water. I. Jenna and I got along good those first years. The sex was good, the marriage typical, and the economics of it maybe a tad above average. We had just celebrated our fifth anniversary when the shit it the fan.I lay next to her now wondering what I had done. We had been married for five years. We knew each other did we not? I had thought so, but now I wasn't so sure. No, that's not right, I did know for sure, and the answer was that I, at least, did not know her.What the fuck was the problem? We. ” She closed her eyes for a moment and then looked directly at me. “Here’s the thing; I make barely enough at work to live on. If nothing unexpected came up, I’d be alright. But something always comes up. Right now, I’m pretty far behind on my credit cards. I’m not buried in debt, but I keep getting farther and farther behind. I’m scared that it’s getting out of control.” Roach clasped her hands between her knees and kind of hunched up, her eyes on the deck. “So, I was wondering if you might be. I looked forward to seeing him and spending time with him in the evenings. He and another supervisor had a little office with a sliding window looking over the study room. He frequently called me into this office and the three of us would hang out there while he helped me with my homework. He held me in hisarms or pressed against him, much like a parent with their child. I felt safe and cared for with him, much like a father figure. I had even told my mother about him and she felt that he was a.