You're down here, living in luxury, pretending to be married, when your real-life wife is suffering and your kids have to work harder to support her."... What a Bitch," I spat."What a beetch," echoed Sam.David got up angrily. "Don't talk about my mother," he said. Before he was fully on his feet, Sam had her gun trained on him again."God damn the two of you," I said. "Sam, put your gun away and David, come into the house. We need to talk. After we're done talking, you'll probably agree with me. “I see,” Marian grinned, having learned something new.“And these children weren’t by your sponsors, obviously,” Rosa observed.“No, my husband, Daniel Cohen, who was killed in the defense of Tel Aviv. To think, I was actually considering divorce at the time, due to his rampant infidelity, but once he was killed, I was horrified when I had time to think of it. Most of the time, I was too busy with other things. Now I’m sharing two men with six other women. How’s that for irony?“Not that I regret. Petra sat quietly in the far corner of the car. She looked vacantly out the window while nibbling on her nails.“You okay?” I asked.She slowly turned to me. “Okay? What do you think? We have gone from the world's darlings to the worlds sluts. It doesn’t matter that we were exonerated, we are fucked, excuse the pun.”I smiled. “True, but at seventeen we have an entire life to show the world that we are not sluts.”She looked at me over the rim of her round glasses. “Really, do you want to go there?. .. oh Jesus... I've... I've never had that done." Really?" Kevin asked, totally shocked."No. Uh... Jim... uh my husband... wouldn't... uh... wouldn't do it."Kevin's face lit up with a smile and he bent his head to kiss her thighs again. He used his tongue to tease the tender skin on the inside of one thigh before switching to the other.Sherry couldn't keep her hips still as she squirmed on the sofa. She couldn't believe that this young boy was actually going to eat her. That he was actually.