“Pete wants to talk to you,” she said as I took it.“Hey buddy, how’s Hawaii?” I asked.“Nice, really nice.” Pete replied, “I gotta brin...g Amy here someday she would love it. Listen I just wanted to say thanks for keeping an eye on Amy while I’m away. I know that if she’s with you she’ll be well looked after.”Pete and I obviously had differing opinions as to what looking after his wife consisted of but I resolved to not violate my friends trust.“Don’t worry buddy, she’s in good hands.” I signed. I fervently hoped I wouldn’t have to hurt her feelings in the process. That, I thought regretfully, was for later.I was also walking a fine line about when to tell her about Amy—not to mention Stacy and Susan. (Of course, Susan and I had decided that I didn’t need to say anything about Mom.) I needed time to show her I still cared for her, but not too much time. If I took too long, it would seem like I’d only told her out of shame or guilt, not out of a genuine desire to come clean and work. I’m trying to be rational about it and it just isn’t working. I don’t trust him.CoffeeI don’t know what Dag saw in Simon. It has to be more than just being college friends. Look at all the crap Simon pulled on him. He slept with his wife and then married her after Dag divorced her. He can’t be clean. There’s too much money involved. Dag moved two billion dollars in assets to charities over Thanksgiving weekend. But Simon isn’t hurting for cash. He blew up his own plane and was able to get from. I left the cart outside and went in. I went into a stall and took down my jeans. I had brought some lube with me, because its a little difficult for me to get something in my ass by myself, especially since I couldnt lie down or really even sit down on it. I do have a little thing about cleanliness and there was no way I was going to put it on the floor of a public bathroom and sit on it. So I put some lube on a finger and lubed up the rim of my asshole. Then I put some more lube on the plug.