I knew I was going to survive.After eating a light meal I went outside, sitting by the pool to think. I was there until well into the evening before c...ming in. I told my parents I needed to get away. With Uncle Phil's permission I was going to the cottage. I assured my mother that I wasn't going to do anything stupid. I just needed to be by myself for a while. In the morning I packed my car, kissed my mother and hugged MP then I drove slowly away.I went to the village for some staples. I wasn't. . there were Steven Foster, Harry Tipton, and George Donne too, but they were only once or twice last year. This year it has only been Rod and I.”“Any others?”“No dad. God, I just thought about what you might feel like about this. I had the thought of what I would feel like if I was you. Oh God Dad, I’m really sorry.”“It’s a little late for you to think about that, don’t you think? Imagine my surprise when I found the software for the house cameras and found them to still be working. Then think. Then they began to fuck--with deliberation at first but soon replaced with a gathering intensity as need manifested itself increasingly to reach that glorious peak from which they longed to tumble together. Lying spent in each other's arms, she told him that about the time he'd told her that the Dumky had started she heard a deep, rich chord that struck a similar chord in her and she knew she would soon come. Often having had erotic reactions to music, he laughed and suggested he get her a copy. Did you laugh when I did it? Did you smile at me but all the time you were laughing at me, your stupid husband? Every time I called them those names it was a lie you had me repeat thousands of times. Every time I told them I loved them and called them names joined with your fucking friends, it was a lie you made me repeat. Did it make you feel good knowing I was raising the children of your whoring? Good memories Dawn? All those family pictures are the same lie. You got to tell your whore.