I had another beer and stewed over it some more. Olson, Herb fucking Olson, my buddy, my friend, the same goddamned Herb Olson who golfed with me damn...ed near every fucking weekend. Fucking Herb and that goddamned whore Mary Beth.I was on my fifth or sixth beer when I saw a car pull up outside. It was some guy bringing Sherry home from school. I sat there and pulled on my beer and watched as the two of them talked. Then they moved closer to each other and a minute later they were necking. From. Second, she is too aggressive for me and in case I get caught, there are 100% chances of ruining my marriage. So our life was just going as normal.Recently it happened that on her persuasion I had separated from my parents and after I did it I realized that we had no other place to stay. Her mother offered whatever she could. That is, she had a one room house and said that we would all live in it until I got a decent place to stay. Myself and Anita had a very small room to ourselves, it was. “There they are.”“I see them. You look like your father, but you get your height from your mother.”“I know. Genetic roulette.”“I like how you look.”“You don’t think I’m too short?”“No. You’re the perfect height for me.”“Thank you.”“Should we go to them?”“I guess.”Peter led Rebecca over to where his mother and father were making their way through the crowd. His mother reached him first and grasped him by the upper arms. It was as close to a hug as Peter felt comfortable receiving.“Peter, you’re. The tiniest smile ticked at the corners of her lips.“I slept in your bed,” she said so very softly. “I slept with you.”Rolling to face her, I brushed her glossy black, messy hair away. I cupped her face and rubbed her cheek with my thumb. Leaning in, I kissed her cheek.“Yes, you did. Thank you.”Addison’s smile erupted, bright, spectacular. “I slept in bed with you!” she exclaimed with enthusiasm. Then she blushed and rolled away. “Gotta go to the bathroom.”I watched her dash to the en suite and.