Too many broken nights of worry. I ran a hand through my sandy shock of hair and told myself it would all work out. It had to.Twisting away I kicked o...ff my shoes, padded to the living room and stopped at the door. Taped to it was an envelope, one word on the outside: Marcus in my wife's neat cursive, an imprint of her lips in a glossy scarlet alongside.With a smile, I peeled the tape and opened it to reveal a birthday card, the large silver 45 on the cover catching the light. Inside, a simple. ‘Fair enough. How about we plan to meet at the Cop Out. You can meet my friends such as they are.’ I said it jokingly. ‘Fair enough, I really do want to meet them.’ ‘Moseby, you are not from here, how long have you lived here?’ ‘I moved here last month.’ ‘Oh, where did you live last. I really do want to know everything about you.’ I said trying to sound like a new lover. ‘I came from Charlestown. Before you ask, yes I was married. I left him and Charlestown at the same time.’ ‘I see, and how do. Anna puts her tits through the holes and I pull on her nipples to ensure all of them are through the holes, while Tom straps her in place. I follow Tom to a table that is 20 feet from the wall and gasp when he uncovers a paintball gun and a huge tub of paintballs. Tom hands me the loaded gun and tells me to paint each of my daughter's tits with 69 paintballs.Anna begs me to paint her tits and when I send the first one slamming into her tender tits, my pussy gets wet. "Yes mom, make my tits. “Tad! Tad, I’m not leaving! Not for good. I just want to go get my stuff! It’s ... it’s nothing at all, son!”Sarah hugged the little guy, turned to me and said, “Go talk to her.”I found Peggy out back of the house. She’d already stopped crying.“Peg, what’s going on?”“You’re leaving.”“Not for good! Jeez, I just want to go see my Dad, and get my truck. My clothes ... you know?”“Okay.”“Okay,” I repeated. “Okay – what? Okay, you understand? Is that what you mean, or ... what do you... ?”“Yeah..