He felt something touch his rear and then the greatest pain hecould ever remember. He felt Roosevelt thrusting in and out. The pain was so great hew...as about to pass out. Then the thrusting stopped. He heard aquestion asking if he was enjoying it. He screamed no but thethrusting started again. It felt like he had a log in his rear. Helet out a loud scream and all he heard was Roosevelt laughing. Hefelt like he was being torn apart. He lost track of time and pain.The next thing he knew he was. Nearly everyone one of those ‘great moments’ involved nudity and sex and lots of it.Tom remembered the time, all those months back, that Belinda had fallen into his arms when she slipped on a rock by this very stream. He remembered Belinda stripping off her clothes in the resort’s sauna room just after that incident and the love affair that had blossomed between them from that day to this.Tom also remembered the great sex he had had with Belinda and even her mother on their Good ol’ Family Sex. I said, with real tears running down my cheek, “I’m in a real mess old buddy!” I might be a nerd, and as unplugged from society as you could get; unless I was an actual display at Madame Tussaud’s. But there were so many unresolved issues; that I didn’t want to think about all of them.That was an understatement. Let me count the ways. The wife of my only male friend is the single human being I have EVER loved. And I care so deeply about her that the detailed stories that Julian had told about. I am not responsible.Continuing to read this document, or storing it or reproducing itin any format means that you explicitly affirm that you are legallyallowed to possess and read such materials in your city, county/parish,state, and country.All rights reserved. See the bottom for distribution rights.One Bad Day*** "Goddamnit," Tom mumbled what was fast becoming the litany of theday. "Damn bitch." Today had been approximately the worst day of hislife, at least as far back as he could.