"Holly flinched as I put a hand around her neck. "I did it just like this. Put one hand around her throat and squeezed. Figured if I wasn't ever go...ing to fuck her, I'd least be the one to off her. She never struggled, just stared at me with those cute puppy dog eyes. I don't think she even understood what I was doing to her. What a goddamn waste." Now, your husband," I said. "That was a completely different story. He was just a worthless piece of shit. No regrets there. I bet you feel. His nails were long and lacquered. Press on acrylics no doubt.The silence between us was deafening as they say. Each of us was reluctant to speak. Finally, he did. "Rob, I don't know what to say," he tentatively began. His eyes reflected great pain and embarrassment. "Hey, dad, it's not the end of the world. Take it easy," I replied. "How about if I mix us a couple of scotch and sodas?" He nodded consent.In a jiffy, I produced two Glen Fiddichs with a mere splash of soda. Dad took his. The fact was even these 'modest' digs would have been far above such plebeian pocketbooks."This is very nice dear," she remarked as the car door opened allowing her to step down to the walkway. Overhead the car-park roof slid silently closed leaving them in a dim coolness. It was only a step or two up to the front door that opened with Brad's handprint on the lock plate. Stepping aside he waved Lisa in before him.The front hallway and what she could see of the living and dining areas were. My mother said even less. She just told me no! It was about that point when I told my dad that I hated him and that I would never speak to him again. It took me a long time to apologize.When my dad was gone my mother brought in her replacement. It turned out that my mother had been having an affair the whole time she was busy at work. To my amazement I found out that my mother was actually a lesbian and she had been one when she'd married my father fourteen years before. In all that time, she.