My ex-boyfriend kiss his previous ex-girlfriend. It hurt like a knife cutting into my stomach and then I just wanted to melt into the ground. I then s...uddenly felt a hand take my hand, and another in my back and Elizabeth guided me into my first period classroom. Stay focused on class, okay, she asked? I looked up at her, my eyes focusing on hers and I nodded fighting back not to cry. I got tough with myself and told myself that I would refuse to cry and I managed to do so. I walked to my. Can you remember what you said to me? Can you?Any other birthday you would have apologised, you would have been repentant, you would have been sorry and loving. Then again every other birthday you were home on time. It was our tradition.But what did you say to me?"Why are you home already?" as though you had no idea, and the look on your face should have told me everything. It didn't, I trusted you.I was hurt when you told me you had already eaten, that you had dinner with some colleagues. You. These nightmares were serious enough to send her to the shrink in New York. I liked that too, because it suggested that sex was a powerful force for her. We would see. She was under the thumb of her controlling mother, and undoubtedly hadn’t had much experience of life beyond their yacht club or fancy expensive dinners in New York. So, I expected a little fingering and maybe some passionate kissing from her, but definitely no blow jobs, hand jobs, and positively no fucking for the foreseeable. I barked out loud “What time do you call this”. They both put their heads down and giggled, attempting to prop each other up. I shouted at my wife “Sharon, go upstairs to bed, I will deal with you tomorrow. Alice! Come with me”. My wife made her way slowly upstairs as I grabbed Alice’s arm and marched her into the living room, pushing her unceremoniously into the easy chair.“Not only are you late Alice, you are drunk!” I said loudly. Alice mumbled something incoherent as her chin now rested on.