He was sleeping under the sheet on his back. It was dark but I had my head light. My head light was working just fine as I could see everything and ye...t it was still dark in the room. I called his name and he did not answer, so I walked over to his bed and slowly pulled the sheet down from his stomach to his knees. And there it was in all its glory. His penis was laying to one side of his leg and his balls were hanging between his legs. It was the first good view of his balls that I has seen and. Unless it was just to keep me from his phone. No. There was no way. Not after what was going on between us. I had to banish these thoughts from my mind. Peter was not going to cheat on me, not next Friday or any other day. I am not sure where his head had been in the past few weeks, but one thing is for sure, I knew where it is now. I knew then that we would have to discuss this in some way and try to get past it. I was still really hurt. As soon as anything reminded me of what was going on. It was Pete that Charlie showed off to his mates. I felt like an outsider, and as pieces fell into place in my mind, a cold hand closed around my heart. The ultimate kick in the teeth was the dads’ race, which Charlie had coerced me into last time. This time, he wanted Pete, as it was ‘his turn’.Either my acting was good enough to hide the hurt I felt, or no one was paying me enough attention to notice. One small part of my brain knew I was over-reacting, but that part was swamped by a sea of. He didn’t have an address, didn’t know if any of his relatives were living, didn’t know his medical history. He dragged a disused memory from the depths of his subconscious and wrote down a social security number. He thought he remembered it right. And how old was he? 50? 52? He wrote down his birthdate, but wasn’t sure if it was September or October. Well, it was close enough. Then he remembered one other thing. There wasn’t a spot on the form for it, so he wrote it in the address blank..