‘You have trouble dealing with honesty? I’ve just told you the deepest, most private thoughts and feelings. You can’t handle that?’ ‘It’s ...not that,’ he answered. ‘I am so…touched. So honored. I feel like you’ve just given me the most wonderful gift imaginable. Like, you’ve shared your soul with me. I’m….I’m so very honored.’ ‘Oh, God,’ I moaned, knowing that agony was only an instant away. I took a deep breath. ‘Go ahead,’ I said. ‘Let the other shoe drop.’ ‘What?’ Shug now looked confused.. Because, I was the one who always made fun of his videos. “Oh, a video again? So, you saved enough money to buy another prostitute?” I said to mock him. He rolled his eyes and answered with an unexpected confidence, “Dude, you are stubborn. But, I promise that after tonight you won't question my womanizer skills anymore.” “Okay 'womanizer', I'm looking forward to seeing that.” I said with sarcasm and proceeded to the kitchen to grab some booze. His kitchen was a mess, just fitting for a. A really bad place.The year prior, my marriage of 13 years had broken down and I was caught up in a really messy divorce. That's an understatement. My ex and her shark of a lawyer took me to the fucking cleaners. She got everything: house, car, both cats, most of out joint accounts, and some property we owned together. I was lucky to walk away with my clothes, my laptops, and my bicycle. She got everything else.Because she got all of that, I was able to avoid paying alimony. All I had was a few. He breathed in the fragrance of his young daughters body. The smell was good … soft and sweet. Yet there was also the odor of something else. Something bestial, animalistic. He couldnt put his finger on it. Then he spied the hairbrush on the floor. He picked it up. It appeared normal with a few hairs clinging to it. Nothing unusual. Then he looked closer. The hairs were short and curly and looked like the kind of hairs that come from between a persons legs. John glanced at his daughters.