"I just realized that you weren't sorry at all. You were disappointed, and now I realize that you're disappointed in me. Why is that?" I don't know, P...atty," I said, remembering my promise not to spoil June's announcement. "Why don't you read my mind and tell me? You know how I feel, tell me why I feel this way."Patty looked at me strangely. "I can not read your mind, Jim. I just know how you feel. You feel disappointment, and I can't figure out why." Why would I be disappointed in you, Patty?". I began to remember what had happened last night.If it started out rather innocently, we had decided (Carol and I) to go out, we had gone to a nightclub for some drinks and wings, we had been there for the better part of three or four rounds of drinks and both of us were feeling a little tipsy. I was wearing a short black skirt and a plain white top, Carol was wearing a black miniskirt that barely covered the cheeks of her ass. She was wearing nothing else underneath, no bra no panties. When. You think back to how it started on that fated day nine years ago, remembering it as if it happend yesterday.You had just arrived home from playing with your friends on the street. Your family home wasn't that big, just a standard small house in a small town, a barn to the side and a small farm at the back. As you entered a faint beam of sunlight shone through a small creak in the roof, seems one of the planks had a small gap. An odd smell filled your nose, a mixture of soup and metal, that of. I had waited until he proposed before I gave up my virginity, but he worked out of town a lot and we both still lived with our parents so there wasn't a lot of opportunity. I think that all total that we had made love maybe eight times over a five month period.The week before the wedding the girls I work with threw a small party for me at a local lounge. They bought me drinks and made me dance with whatever guy who came to our table. It didn't matter if the guy came to ask Debbie, Carol, Alice.