I'd begun reading Das Rheingold on the airplane. Rachel read Chandler's Semiotics: The Basics.There was a mound of mail awaiting us, but nothing for m...e from the Law School. Of course, it wasn't the New Year yet. We put our stuff away, opened all the windows to air things out, and went to buy food supplies. When we returned, I let Rachel stow things and I sat down with the mail.I did a quick sort into trash and "open," then resorted the "open" into "P" and "R" (anything addressed to both of us. ‘No, you’re not getting off that easy, Get your little ass out here right now or I’m calling your father.’ The words resonated. He hated using the threat, he didn’t want to see her sent to some mental hospital anymore than she wanted to go. She stepped out of the bathroom. ‘I thought we all made an agreement.’ ‘Things change.’ She crossed her arms over chest, holding her chin high. ‘Don’t give me that fucking attitude, Madi. This is unacceptable. There’s no reason for this.’ ‘You know what?. Then looking at no resistance or she may be fast asleep I took hole boob in my hands pressed with more vigour. She moaned slowly uufff and woke up and I was scared like a goat in front of lion. She looked at me and whispered in my ears that go slow. I was so happy that without any further wait kept my hands and started pressing her boobs one by one. I was tempted and wanted to kiss and asked her to get little bit lower so that I can kiss her. She did and I kissed her lips and but her response. ” The improvement in the branch numbers was not because of my work but due to Becky’s fucking the clients. Shit! My head dropped to my chest, my eyes filled with tears and I turned away from the door and began to leave.As I walked away from my house, I realized that everyone in my life had lied to me. Becky of course. Her vows to me, to us, meant nothing. My boss; saying “good job” while knowing he was going to fuck my wife later that day. My co-workers; backstabbing bastards! Even me; she.