“I wonder who to poor bastard is,” Alice said.Betsy glared over at Alice. “Poor bastard? I’ll poor bastard you.”Alice grinned.Charlie stared... up at the ceiling for a second and then asked, “Do you think Chuck finally worked up enough nerve to tackle her?”“It would appear so,” Alice said.“He didn’t tackle me,” Betsy said without wondering how they knew it was Chuck. “I tripped.”Stacy walked over to the door, squeezed between Alice and Charlie, and peered into the room. She said, “It looks like. She started fingering herself. I could hear her moaning. After a while, I turned and put my hand over her waist and went a little closer.My penis which was hard was rubbing against her “gand”. She was getting hot. I could feel her temperature rise as my hand was around her waist. She didn’t move for 30 minutes and I moved closer and closer. She turned again.I shut my eyes but I knew she was looking at me. She slowly pushed me away and went to the bathroom. The tip of my penis was wet. I wanted. All these years I paid lip service to my crime, but never did my heart accept my culpability. No wonder I have not found forgiveness. I never asked for it. I allowed hatred to fester in my heart and I wallowed in self-pity. But, Khalid ... Oh, Khalid. You are the other half of me. The two of us destined to meet and be together. I have no one to blame for my life alone, but me. And, now I understand the worst thing I did that day is that I condemned you to that same fate. A lifetime alone. I am. " Damn straight. You. So why can't you forgive you, Harry? Are you going to tell me you sank to her level? Bullshit! To do that you'd have to marry her for money alone and live three years in the marriage, fucking everything that had two legs and a slit between them. Are you going to tell me you can't forgive yourself for wanting to kill her? 'Wanting's not a sin, Harry, no matter what the Catholic Church says. Hell, I'd have been amazed if you hadn't wanted to kill the unsavory slut. The woman.