I think he was still a little uncomfortable with theMegan situation."Sure," Emily replied cheerfully."I can't. I have to go to my Aunt's house for her... birthday party," I saidwith a frown."Aww," Emily moaned. "We never get to hang out with you anymore!" I know," I told her. I felt the same way. "Let's do something togethertomorrow. I don't have to do anything for the record company." How come you are doing so much if you aren't going to be on the radiofor months?" Emily asked.The pang of regret. Sarah, Samm, and me did our churches. Ironically, Samm, the Methodist, and Sarah, the Catholic, did way better at selling drugs than me. I sold to the wiccans. I guess they all already had drug dealers. Chris and Salem both were rich kids. They did the pretentious little snots from East Hills. Life was good. We all went to the same school, since our district was so varied. We were too. Tyler was this huge black guy, 6’4”, with a shaved head, and he woulda looked just like a banger if he bulked. Neat and tidy but nothing special. Her husband, Gary, is next to her. He’s Mr Average. He spends the whole scene looking at his wife with more than a little enthusiasm and lust.There are pictures of their two children on the wall – both in the same school uniform, a school which they are both presumably at right now.Cindy does all of the talking. Her tone is light and fluffy, very friendly.“Gary’s the only person I’ve ever slept with. We met at school and it feels like we’ve been together. "He doesn't matter at all" confirmed Jane "he is just a Sissy Boy, an insignificant piece of shit. You are the only man I want, you are a real man who has made me a real woman".I was devastated that my once loving wife should say such things in my presence, to dismiss me as something so unimportant to her. She kissed Jason lovingly once more and he left.Jane sauntered back into the room with a smug, satisfied look on her face."Oh Brian" she said, "your wife is such a slut. I did things for.