”Knowing that I had just ripped her heart out, I went back to the dining room and pulled out my laptop and opened the book I was reading. I read and... ran thoughts through my head. Staying would hurt her. Leaving would hurt her and break my promise to watch over her. I closed my laptop after almost two hours and went to the other bedroom, showered and went to bed.“I don’t love you anymore. I want a divorce. I won’t ask for anything. The courts will want the kids to stay with me in the house, but. My balls were gone, I had what appeared tobe a second belly button down there close to my butt, probably thebeginnings of a vaginal canal. My cock, I pulled it out of its upsidedown little kangaroo pocket, was as thin as a pencil and sealed upcompletely at the end. The cock head was all flushed out so the entirething was as smooth as a finger tip. No wrinkles, no edges or ridges,just a smooth, skinny tube of flesh. Just above my second belly buttonwas a tiny hole - I think I was supposed to pee. Barry had only added to the storehouse of his knowledge in all these years, and held me spellbound with his lectures on history, geography, the etymology of language, art, science—you name it, and he had studied it! What a treasury of information and insight he had become. I told him about Darian, because I had decided I wanted to invite him over sometime to meet my family. He wasn’t as happy to hear that I was ‘married’ as I though he would be. ‘So . . . you gave up your profession, did you?’. I say it that way because I never had a Chiricahua run away at the sight of the dogs the way the Navajos did.As a case in point, I was riding through some very broken country, bad lands if there ever were any, when I encountered some of the aforementioned Apaches. We were in a deep cut between two steep and virtually shear walls of rock. The cut was so narrow that there was no room for a horse or mule to turn around. I cannot imagine how I was so foolish as to wind up in such a place, but the.