Barry took hold of my wife's hips and kissed her full on the mouth and lightly fondled her small pert tits through the thin nylon of her nightie."She ...says she's feeling sexy tonight", I laughed as I felt my cock swelling at the sight of Barry fondling my wife."That's good", Barry said with a leer, "I feel like being really cruel to her tonight".We sat drinking coffee and chatting, then Barry stood up and said "OK Margie, let's have some fun hurting you".We led Margie to the bedroom and Barry. Come on Dillon, lemme ride you home. You don't need to be driving right now”. I realized that it was Cameron, and with a brief moment of sanity, decided it was pretty kewl that the starting ¼ back, whom I had just jacked up against the lockers, was offering me a ride. LOL, I was prolly lucky to still be standing. The others kinda mumbled “ya Dillon—get a ride dawg—chill the fuck out” As we rode towards my house, Cameron didn't talk too much. Other than to tell me I was acting like a little. It could be days, but I have no way of knowing. My arms are too weak to reach the zipper, and I fear my eyes have dulled too much to look at the sun-touched earth. Maybe they finally did leave me. I can’t blame them, much. All I hear now is the soft wind swishing against my turquoise atmosphere, and the sounds of those monsters. They wander around me, encircling me, making sure I never see those blue skies again. They haven’t tried to attack. Maybe I’m just too quiet, and they don’t notice me.. I would think nothing of dropping several hundred pounds on clothes. That was a huge amount of money in those days. “All was fine until the end of my third year at King’s. The good news is that I graduated with a second-class degree in a subject that qualified me for virtually no job. The bad news was that Sue met Howard. “Howard, Emma’s father, was a nice guy, and I guess he still probably is, but he was also really straight. He was studying law and disapproved of everything that I did..