He lay quietly not wanting to losethe feeling of love and affection that had so quickly replaced the fearand terror of the past few weeks.She returned... with a pair of yellow shorts and a white top, slipping theshorts on over his feet she attempted to pull them up over his diaperedbottom. She soon realized the added thickness would prevent him wearingthe clothes in his dresser; she turned to the boxes of clothing stillstacked on the floor. The previous day she and her mother had gonethrough all. “CUNT!”She stomped her foot, made a pouty face and stuck her hand toward me defiantly and I slipped the ring on her finger.The reverend in front of me said. “I now pronounce you husbands and wife. You may fuck the bride.”Glaring at me she practically spat. “I hope you are happy asshole, because I’ll be God dammed if I will let you fuck me unless Dave forces me to, besides who the fuck wants to be named Shannon Ganon? Sounds like a cock sucking cartoon character. Asshole.”Then I heard another. I need to” and he paused. “I want to hire this man, the one we interviewed but there’s one issue I need to discuss with you” and he went on to explain all the details. “What?” she exclaimed. “You want me to what?” she said again, lying. Truth was she liked this guy and she liked him a lot. As he declared why he wanted her to put herself in the position of being a “sex starved wife” so to speak, she thought how much fun it really and truly could be. To be with another man, this man, a man she. Time had no meaning, I was overcome. I’d heard people talk about wanting to die when a loved one passed or left them, and I now knew how that felt. It was as if everything moved in slow motion, every action, every thought required my consent, and I couldn’t see a reason for any of it. Should I breathe in? Why? Why shouldn’t I just stop breathing and let go of the pain. If I died maybe she’d understand why I just gave up on life and feel sorry. Maybe everything would start over again and she’d.