I cried at a dogfood commercial. None of my clothes feel right anymore, but who cares? Idon't want to wear most of that stuff anyway. That's [Name Red...acted]'sstuff! That's not who I am anymore. I haven't chosen a new name yet,though.DAY 50My appointments with both doctors coincided today. Dr. [Name Redacted]was pleased with my progress so far. He says he barely recognized me. Ithink he was just being polite, but I certainly feel different, and it'snot just the sundress. Though I do adore the. " He's still alive?" I said, in mock disappointment."It's all my fault. All my fault," she said. "Jesus, I didn't mean to—you know." Cuckold me?" I said."Chester, whaddya gonna do. Can we just go home now?" she said."Yeah, I have to get my clothes," I said. "We're quits you and I. You can fuck that asshole, that so called friend of mine, all you want now. I mean if you can get Bertha's permission. Oh, and he can fuck his insurance agency fucking job too." Bertha already knows. She was okay with. If I had known the can of worms I had opened up by cheating on Sharon, I would have never done it. Even though I had enjoyed it, the pain I had seen in my wife’s face had cut me deep. I hadn’t thought or even given a little thought to how it would hurt her. I had only thought about my pleasures. What happened was one night soon after that fateful night, Sharon mentioned that she wanted to get back into shape. She told me that after seeing me get so much energy and begin to look so studly again,. ”He turned back to my wife, his face inches from hers. He had his hands on Jude’s hips, holding her crotch to his. I gripped the middle finger of his right hand and pulled it back. The hand came with it. Slick seemed to wince.I pulled him back enough to separate them and fixed him with my best steely-eyed stare. “I’m going to dance with my wife, now, Marcel. Find another wife to rub on.” I moved in between them and pulled Jude to me as I released his hand.Marcel rubbed his finger. It would.