You debate whether you’ll make dinner first or see the surprise. The surprise wins out.The path to your bedroom is dark, as if someone has closed al... the blinds. As you grope for the light switch, you hear a throaty voice say, “Don’t turn on the light, mister.” A match flares to light three candles in succession.Your beautiful wife Kathleen is lying on her side in lingerie you have never seen before. “Well, hello, handsome,” she says. “Would you like to join me?”You vaguely notice how her hair. He would never tell me why." Well, that doesn't raise any red flags at all…" Freddie said, rolling his eyes even though the gesture couldn't be seen. "Just another fucking question to add to the damned hundreds of others." Just thought you should know…" Spencer said, unsure of how to say the next part. "You know… in case something happens. To me. Dad was always a good judge of character and if he said Singer is a bad dude, than I'm sure there's a reason behind-" Back up…" To which part?"Spencer. Later, that night she texted me to come to her house. I reached her home and I was looking down without facing her. She told that she too loved me and didn’t expect that to happen. Hearing this I planted a kiss on lips. OMG, She doesn’t know to kiss, she was that innocent. Later I started to press her boobs over her top. She moaned lightly and told what are you doing its paining.I told we’ll have some fun. She agreed and told I don’t know anything about this. I opened her laptop and showed her. And there was no way I could control it. I just cried like a baby until I was done and no amount of holding, consoling, or anything else had any effect. It was like a part of me died when he didn't come home. And of course, being his mother, there was always that nagging thought that I should have been able to do something to prevent it, even though I knew that wasn't true.The man who came out of that forest wasn't the boy I'd watched go in three months before. Bev had told me she was going to.