I am to blame for this.”That wasn’t a good idea. Still crying she popped her head up and said, “Will you stop being such a wimp!? I created this... mess, not you.”It was obvious she wasn’t going to let me accept responsibility as a means to end the discussion, even though I was perfectly willing to do so. Somehow I was going to be blamed for it in the end anyway. Why couldn’t we circumvent all the angst in the middle and go right to the conclusion of the conversation? But she wanted to talk it. I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern.Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it.Living never wore one out so much as the effort not to live.The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself.What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?The human father has to be confronted and recognized as human, as man who created a c***d and then, by his absence, left the c***d fatherless. She: hello how are you doing?Me: kinda okay. Wbu?She: horny.Me: lol you will never change its been 8 years but you are still the same. You had sex with other people also.She: mad or what nobody ever except you have seen me nude in 10 years or so.Me: your husband will be too lucky to get a horny bitch like you.She: how do you know?Me: what?She: that I am getting married. I even left my job.Me: when?She: maximum 4 5 months.Me: cool.She: stupid I wanted to tell that my parents are going out of. Suddenly I remove my hands from your chest and say nothing, now you being blindfolded were beginning to stir, as you didn’t know what to expect next. As I come around the front of you and sit gently on your lap as I massage your shoulders as I kiss you deep as my tongue searches for yours and when your tongue dances with mine I suck it into my mouth as I rub that mass inside those jeans your wearing as I can feel it beginning to grow I release it from captivity as I take it into my hand and.