He handed his fried apple pie to her, figuring she’d probably bite it on the opposite side of where he’d already bitten it. But she chomped a mout...hful right off his end. It was a strangely thrilling and intimate sight. She’s swallowing my spit! She must really like me! Without thinking about it, Denny reached over into Bitty’s lap and put his hands in the little French fry box she had between her open legs. It was mostly empty, so he had to reach down inside and shuffle around in there to scoop. And what damn difference did it make. Not a damn bit. The woman that should have been mine, had dumped me for money. The daughter that was guaranteed to be mine by my ex-fiancée was allowed to be adopted by another guy, a rich guy, I had a record as a murderer. And no kid of my own.Of course, I did have my Sarah, which was kind of a faux-kid, I guess. I mean I could kinda pretend. But, in the end, nada.I wondered if the back stabber would be around like my faux-kid had predicted. And if she did. But it did not go far enough to really let you know how the story ended or all that was going on both before I met Holly and while we were married too. And then there was after the divorce.You see, the devil side of me, well it was still entitled to its "due" and had not gotten it yet. I was not going to go overboard, I understood proportional responses and was willing to limit it to that, but I was "due" to get some payback.Let me give you a little refresher on what happened. Holly turned out. Acchanak raat mein mere aankhen khule toh dekha ke wo ladki mere side mein he lete huee thee and she’s playing game in her cell phone ye dekh kar mein bhaut surprise hua fir mujhe bhe kaha neend aarhe theee toh maine kya kiya dhire dhire apne pairo ko uske legs se touch karne laga pahle toh thoda dar laga par uske koi reaction nhe hua because usse lag rha tha ke Mein so rha hu fir maine apne lag utha kar usske thies par rakh diya par tbhe ussne kuch nhe kaha toh maine socha ke yaar mazze aagye.