"Kill yourself."I played my Catholic card, held up my mom’s crucifix.“Suicide is a mortal sin. If you kill me Christ can accept my soul.”Sal sta...rted up the car and looked at us in the rearview mirror.“Jose, chill out, go to confession, you’ll get off with a few Hail Mary’s.”Jose’s rage ebbed to self-loathing. "Get the fuck out of here."He flung the van’s door open. "I was fooling myself, as much as you.” Salvatore laughed as he lit up a blunt. "Fooled me, now I can cross trannies off my bucket. The cats were working on my ears. We were all hooked. I felt Cynthia's ecstasy rebuilding. We all joined in that wave of pleasure. I added to that pleasure. Cynthia learned to exercise her vaginal muscles. She did things to my cock I loved. It wasn't long before I felt that surge from my testicles. We all enjoyed it.Cynthia leaned down and kissed me. We lay there for a while. My cock was flaccid but still inside Cynthia. She worked her vagina like she was milking a cow. It only took a few. All of our relatives were came and try to console us. I sat near the coffin. My son sat at some distance from us and he got bored and playing games in his mobile. I noticed that he caught cold because of journey last night. I searched for my hand-kerchief to give it to my son but I forgot it in car. So, I thought for a while and strikes an idea.I moved from the place and went to wash room. Actually, that day I was wearing Dark green Saree. I rarely wear Saree, especially when I left for my home. But I had to try. I couldn’t give up on ‘Mik and Jos’ that easily. If it was over, it wasn’t going to be because I refused to try. And it had to be ‘tough love’ or like the documentary Scared Straight. I couldn’t pull any punches.“Jocelyn, talk to me, please! I love you, and I know you’re hurting, but for Pete’s sake, TALK to me about it! Being a cold, uncaring bitch is NOT helping. We’ve been friends since kindergarten. I want to figure out how we repair the damage that’s been done. I had my.