“You’re the one who completely ruined everything. I don’t know why you’re blaming me.”“Estelle, I know about these,” I said quietly. I t...ossed the packet of Jen’s pills onto the table.Then I dropped the chemical analysis next to it.She launched into a verbal assault that was astonishing in both its ferocity and its complete randomness.She started talking at a mile a minute about everything under the sun. As far as I could tell, according to her, everything was my fault. It was an extraordinary. "Woah, I don't think I can do too many reps at that weight," I said throwing up my hands. "Don't worry, this is for me," the guy responded. He finished putting on the weights and laid down on the bench. I took my position by his head placing my hands under the bar. The guy worked through 15 reps before we switched places. I told him what I normally lift and he went down to that weight. I was able to get through 15 reps as well before we switched places again. He went through his again but when. I make no excuses for my behavior, other than to say I have no idea what took me so long. None of my family or friends could believe I had managed to stay with that miserable excuse for a human being for nearly 35 years and still remained sane. Quite simply, I was committed to my only daughter and had vowed to do my damnedest to make sure she didn't end up like her mother. I wanted her, my daughter, to know she had a choice. She didn't need to turn out like my wife. But there were other forces. There were thongs, bikini, briefs, and my favorite boy shorts. I went through them all, feeling them , smelling them, but that wasn't enough i needed more. I widened my search and ended up in her bathroom where i found the mother-load of dirty panties in her hamper. I had 4 pairs to choose from 2 thongs, a boy-short and some satin bikini briefs. I picked up a thong and put it to my nose, the aroma was wonderful, my hardon was starting to grow now. i grabbed the other thong and put it up to my.