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Subject: {ASSM} Face of Perfection (m/f, wife)
Date: Sat, 24 Feb 2001 19:10:04 -0500
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No minors, 18 or over only. GO AWAY YOUNGSTERS, I will
not be responsible for your corruption.

FACE OF PERFECTION
by 
Alexi 92

	About a month ago I got a phone call from my mother. Delores and
I were eating a casual dinner in our sweats when the phone rang.
I picked it up.

	"William?"

	"Hi mom, how are you and Ray doing?"

	"We're doing fine, dear."

	"That's good to hear."

	"William, would you be a dear and do me and Ray a favor?"

	"Sure mom, what is it?"

	"Darren's coming over for a little while this summer, but you
know we've got your grandparents staying, so I was wondering..."

	No, I didn't want Darren to stay at my house. The bastard was a
public menace. A complete and utter louse. College had done
nothing to appease the inner prick within him. In some ways he
was even worse. The few times I had talked to him since I had
moved out ended up becoming a monologue on his part about how
much pussy he was getting in college. Even on my wedding day.

	"When and for how long, mom?"

	"Oh, not for too long, a week at the most. I think he's coming
in tomorrow. I know you don't like him, but me and Ray are in a
real pinch."

	"Okay, mom."

	"Oh thank you, dear."

	"It's my pleasure, mom."

	"I'll tell Darren right away."

	"Great."

	As I hung up the phone I groaned to myself. A week with Darren,
god the humanity. At least I had work to keep me away from the
bastard most of the time. 

	"What's wrong honey?" my wife asked, obviously seeing the pain
on my face.

	"That was my mother. Darren's going to stay over for a little
while until my grandparents go home and my mom can spare a room
again."

	"Over here? At our house?"

	"Yeah."

	"That should be fun," Delores said. "I'll make up the spare
room."

	"Yeah, fun. Whoopee."

	"What's this? Sibling rivalry?"

	"We're not siblings," I muttered.

	Delores gave me one of her critical looks, one of those looks I
knew meant I would be changing something in my life, which she
assumed was for my own good.

	"You know, maybe this will give you two a chance to burry the
hatchet."

	I wanted to burry a hatchet. About five inched in Darren's back.
But instead I said, "Maybe."

	We spent the rest of the night preparing the guest room. We fell
asleep in each other's arms.

	The next day, while Delores was at work, Darren's truck roared
into our driveway. The heavy footsteps stomped up the walkway and
the doorbell rang.

	When I opened it there was Darren carrying a duffel bag, a
grocery bag, and wearing what appeared to be his school's colors,
an extremely faded blue and orange.

	"Hey, bro," Darren said jovialy. 

	"Hey, Darren," I said, in what I thought was pretty cheerfully
under the circumstances.

	"Rosie said you said it was cool if I crashed here for the
week."

	"Yeah, we've got the guest room set up for you."

	Darren walked into the house like he owned the place. "Cool.
Thanks man, I appreciate this."

	I must say, this was a pleasent surprise. Not at all the louse I
was expecting. Perhaps Delores had been right and we might end up
burrying the hatchet.

	"So is your wife still a hottie?"

	Five inches in his spine....

	"I tend to think so," I said playing along through gritted
teeth.

	"Yeah, I always said she could have made a living as a stripper
or something."

***

	That was true. Although technically an accounting nerd, Delores
had been blessed with a beautiful face and well proportioned
body. But raised by strict parents she had grown up incredibly
conservative. Her past social life had turned out to consist of a
pastor's son and me. Suprisingly when she had taken me home to
meet her parents they had approved of me almost off the bat. 

	I was born Bill Underbrook. I was a foul mouthed little kid. One
of the ones that tore the legs off bugs and couldn't stop playing
with pointy things, or fire. I wasn't a trouble maker, but people
avoided me just the same, calling me weird. My first grade
teacher actually told my mom I was scary.

	But my parents died when I was eight, and to tell you the truth
I didn't really care. They hadn't really been there for me, so
their deaths just meant that their absence was made permanent. 

	I ended up with a foster parent. Her name was Rosie Leuter. She
was friendly enough, but insecure as all out. She was a little
overweight and it made her uncomfortable. Somehow I ended up
being her source of pride. It was an incredible responbsiblity,
and I liked it. I actually went out of my way to make her proud.

	Unfortunatley this meant I had to subvert every instinct I had.
It's hard to get A's in school whe your teachers are afraid
you'll come back one day and shoot them. So instead I hid all my
real personality traits and became Rosie's idea of the perfect
son; smart, dutiful, polite, and dull. You know the type, math
club, physics club, A/V club, quiet, reading Tolstoy at lunch. 

	Needless to say all my dates came from the same pool of nerds
that I had adopted into. The kind of girl you can take home to
mother. The kind of girl that thinks that making out requires a
long term commitment.

	Right before I moved out for college Rosie, or mom as I was
calling her, got married. My new step-father was named Roy. I
liked him, he was the town dentist. He made mom feel special,
which was a relief to me since I was going to be gone for months
at a time. 

	The only thing I didn't like was Roy's son from a previous
marriage, Darren. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't jealous for a
parent's attention, I just didn't like the guy. He was a year
younger than me but he was already a dick. He smoked, he drank,
he lied, and that's when his father was around. Basicly Darren
got through life by being one of the school's star athletes. He
was an arrogant prick and I hated him. We were both glad when I
went to college. Him because it meant my "perfectness" wouldn't
outshine him and me becaue I hated the prick.

	At college I held on to my adopted personality. It had become
second nature to me. I was Bill Leuter, the perfect son, majoring
in engineering. For some college is an endless series of parties.
For me it was studying. I didn't want anything to get back to
mom. 

	I became a research scientist for a pharmaceutical company. I
married a woman I met in college, a nice blonde accounting major
named Delores. We moved to Seattle, a mere fifty miles from
mother. Our marriage wasn't as open as it could have been. She
was conservative by upbringing, I by choice. 

	It wasn't as bad as you might think. We weren't one of those
couples who ONLY had sex in the missionary position. We both
enjoyed oral sex, although rarely. There was an unspoken
agreement that we didn't experiment beyond what we knew, which
considering we were both virgins when we were married, wasn't
much.

***

	"Yeah, she just needs to stop wearing those dresses that go all
the way to her ankles and those shirts with the big collars. She
dresses like a nun for Christ's sakes. She needs to show some
skin, show off what God gave her. And I don't need to tell you
bro, that's a lot."

	I just stared at him, trapped in the insanity and poor manners
that was Darren.	

	"What's sex with her like? All the little prissy, church going
chicks I manage to get the panties off are like animals when you
get them to drop the attitude. You know what I mean?"

	I smiled weakly. "Look, Darren, I have to go to work now. The
guest room is on the top of the stairs to the left. You can have
anything you want from the fridge, except the meatloaf, that's
for dinner. And..."

	I hesitated. I really didn't want to, but Delores and I had
talked about it.

	"... there's a copy of the house key in the cuppard above the
washing machine next to the garage in case you want to go out."

	"Hey thanks bro. Oh by the way, I brought a present."

	Darren pulled a six-pack of beer from the grocery bag.

	"I got a bunch more in the truck."

	"Um, thanks. But Delores and I don't drink."

	Darren shrugged. 

	"More for me," he said. 

	He pulled one off, popped it open, and took a chug.

	I began to walk out the doorway. I heard him shout from behind
me.

	"I appreciate this, bro!"

	"No problem," I said through gritted teeth and went to work.

***

	When I got home I was pleasently relieved to find Darren sitting
on the couch watching television. He had a beer in his hand,
although from the way he looked he hadn't gotten through the
first six-pack.

	"Hey, bro," he shouted.

	"Hi, Darren."

	"Made myself at home, hope you don't mind?"

	"No, that's fine."

	"Cool. Hey, the guest room's the one with the fruity flower
painting in it, right?"

	"Yeah."

	"Oh, good. I had some trouble finding it. But I made it."

	"Oh. Good."

	"Yeah, sorry if I made a mess in the other rooms."

	I looked at him straight in the eye.

	"Mess?" I asked.

	"Er, yeah. I wasn't sure if I was in the right room so I went
through some of the drawers to make sure. Hope that's not a
problem."

	I didn't speak at first.

	"No. No problem at all."

	"Cool." Darren went back to watching his reruns.

	I dashed upstairs and began checking each room. The bathroom was
fine. So was the spare room. I wasn't sure what Darren was
talking about until I got to my bedroom.

	Darren had been through the drawers all right, but curiously
only Delores' underwear drawer. Plain cotton panties and bras
were in a heap in the floor. Garter belts were all over the room,
as if they had been used like sling shots. 

	It took me a while to clean up the room. When I was finished I
went downstairs again. 

	Some time when I was trying to put away Darren's mess Delores
had come home. I hadn't heard her car, I guess I had been to
engrossed with my task. She was sitting next to Darren, laughing
at some joke he had just told.

	"Hey bro," Darren motioned at me.

	"Oh, Bill," Delroes said between giggles. "Darren was just
telling me about some of the games he played."

	"I was just telling her about this one cheerleader on the
opposing squad," Darren explained. "She wasn't wearing panties,
although no one really knew that. But our mascot somehow found
out and pulled her skirt off, showing her pussy to everyone."

	Delores burst into a fit of giggles again.

	"In the middle of a game?" I asked.

	"No, in our locker room."

	Delores' giggles tapered off. She blinked a few times.

	"What?" she asked, confused.

	"Yeah, see we've got this tradition with Ohio State, where the
losing team has to send over some cheerleaders to the winning
team's locker room after the game. It's nothing bad, the
cheerleaders totally agree, and all they have to do is some cheer
praising the winners."

	"Oh," Delores said, although she still looked unsure. "Um, I
think I better get dinner ready."

	She got up leaving me alone with Darren. When she was clearly
out of the range of hearing Darren leaned over to me and began
whispering.

	"Bro, you are so gonna get it tonight."

	"What?"

	"Didn't you see her? When she thought we were banging those
cheerleaders? Man, she is horny. She's going to ride you like a
woman possessed. I always wondered by you married such a prude,
but bro, man now I understand. She must be like a total nympho."

	"No, not really," I admitted. "It's all pretty tame."

	Darren looked genuinely surprised.

	"You sure, bro? I mean I've seen types like her before,
pretending to be quiet and shit, but deep down they want to be
used like a ten dollar..."

	"That's enough," I interupted.

	"Sorry, bro."

	"Besides, you said it yourself, the cheerleaders just did a
cheer."

	"Fuck, that was just because I could see she was getting
uncomfortable. Of course we banged them. Bro, those girls were
grade A prime pussy. Once we got 'em naked there was no stopping
them. The losing team only sends over the sluttiest cheerleaders
on the squad. Those girls fucked us so long we almost missed our
bus back."

***

	Darren was right, we did have sex that night, and Delores seemed
more into it than usual. She even gave me a blow job. It felt
good to have my cock in her mouth, and I returned the favor by
eating her out. She must have orgasmed twice, although she
shouted out a little louder than usual.

***

	The next day went by without incident. Darren tried to get us to
try some beer. Delores tried a sip but said it didn't agree with
her. I declined.

***

	Delores and I were in bed, preparing to go to sleep. Delores was
reading a book on new tax laws and I was skimming a technology
magazine someone from work had leant me. Darren had been out all
day and we didn't expect him home until late in the night, or
even the next day.

	His truck roared into the driveway right then. We heard the door
get slammed shut and a pair of voices, Darren's and a girl's.
They seemed to be giggling and slurring their words a lot.

	"Shh. Shhh. You don't want to wake up my brother."

	"Oooh. Is he as cute as you?"

	"No. He's adopt... adoptt... He's adopted."

	"Oh." 

	"Yeah, he and his wife are probably sleepin... So shhh!"

	"Okay. I'll Shhh! Why are they sleeping? Shouldn't they be
partyin?"

	"Not my bro. He's a pussy..."

	I sighed and Delores put a supportive hand on my arm.

	"Biggest pussy in the world."

	"Bigger than this?"

	Silence.

	"That's a nice pussy, but it's not as big as my brother."

	"Oh. You still want it."

	"Of course I do. I love your pussy."

	There was another opening and shutting of a door, presumably to
Darren's room.

	Delores turned to me.

	"Bill, do you love my pussy?"

	In the three years of our marriage I had never heard my wife say
the word "pussy". So this came as something of a shock to me. But
I'm not an idiot either.

	"Of course."

	"Then let's go."

	She threw her book away and turned off the light. The sex we had
that night was more wild than anything we had done before. We
could over hear Darren and his partner as she shrieked her
happiness. I'm not sure but I think Delores was trying to drown
them out. As she pounded her hips on my penis she shouted her
ecstasy. When it was over she collapsed onto my body and kissed
my chest a couple times before going to sleep.

***

	The next morning Darren was hung over. He came into the kitchen
only for coffee and water. 

	"Good morning, Darren," Delores said cheerfully.

	Darren grunted his assent.

	"You seemed to have a good night, last night."

	"Yeah. You guys too from what I heard."

	"So where's your lady friend?"

	"Gone."

	"Oh. Sorry."

	"'m not. Best kind of fuck. Gone in the mornin."

	Darren want back upstairs to get over his hang over, leaving
Delores and I together alone.

	"What was that about?" I asked.

	"What?"

	"Your sudden intrest in Darren's sex life."

	"Just curious about what's going on under our roof."

***

	Nothing exciting happened at work. When I got home dinner was
already prepared and Delores was dressed in a shorty black dress.
It hugged her body and the hem cut off well above her knees. The
neckline was low enough that it showed off an ample amount of
cleavage.

	"Hi hon, dinner will be ready in a second."

	"What's the occasion?"

	"Nothing special."

	"Where did you get that dress from?"

	"Like it?" She did a quick twirl in it.

	"Yeah, definately."

	"I bought it today. I thought I might get some less conservative
items for special occasions."

	And even though this contradicted what she said earlier, I let
it go.

	Darren bounded down the stairs, much more energetic than this
morning.

	"Hey bro. Look, sorry about last night, and this morning. I'm
not on my best when I've had a few too many."

	"It's no problem, really." I wasn't really paying attention to
him, rather I focused my attentions on how sexy my wife looked in
that dress. It was a side of her I had never seen before. 

	Darren followed my gaze.

	"Yeah, she looks hot doesn't she?"

	I nodded dumbly.

	"I saw that and I thought of her. I couldn't resist buying it
for her."

	I swear, that comment just flew past me.

	"Dinner's ready," Delores sang. 

	We all sat down. Delores sat across from me, Darren next to both
of us. I spent most of dinner looking at what the dress revealed
of my wife's breasts. 

	After we had finished she got up to clear the plates. When she
picked up Darren's I noticed she coughed a little, but then she
excused herself. Darren brought his hand from under the table,
ran it over what was left on his plate and licked his fingers.

	"Great meal, Delores," he complimented.

	"Thank you, Darren."

	"Can I get desert a little later? I think I'm a bit stuffed."

	"Of course, dear."

	"Thanks."

	Darren got up and left. 

	When she picked up my plate, Delores kissed me on the forehead.

	"Your desert is coming later too, right before we go to bed."

	At which point I noticed a trickle of liquid roll down my wife's
thigh.

	When she came back in for a second load of dishes she raised the
hem of her skirt ever so slightly and flashed her bare pussy at
me. She hadn't been wearing any underwear!

***

	"Bill?"

	"Hmm?"

	"Are you ready?"

	I put down the magazine and looked up to where my wife was
preparing to make her grand entrance.

	"Yes."

	She walked into the bedroom dressed in red thong panties and a
sheer red bra. Red stockings went up her leg, ending at her
thigh, held in place by a red garter belt. To complete the red
motif, a chocker was stretched across her neck.

	"Do you like?" she asked seductively.

	"Yes," I agreed.

	She gave me an inviting smile. Slowly she slinked over to the
bed, and began to crawl up it towards my awaiting body. Her
fingers played delightful games up the length of my thigh and
then teased my penis gently. Delores crawled up the length of my
body, licking various body parts along the way. Finally she
kissed me. 

	She pushed up from my body so that she could straddle my chest.
She removed her bra to reveal her perfectly shaped breasts and
then pulled my hands towards them so I could play with them. As I
did that she pushed her panties to the side so that my penis
could slide into her eager pussy. She moaned loudly.

	I don't know what it was but for some reason our sex seemed to
get better and better as the week progressed. The trend was not
broken that night. Before I described my wife as a woman
possessed. This time it was more like a woman possessed,
exorcised, possessed again, and then made into a horny slut.

***

	At work some idiot mixed the wrong chemicals together and they
had to close down the lab. Most of us got sent home early.

	When I opened the door I could see clothing strewn everywhere.
Obviously Darren had brought home another one of his conquests.
She must have been pretty slutty too, the dress on the couch with
his sweatshirt was a small black leather thing with barely enough
material to cover the chest region. By his jeans was a pair of
black crotchless panties, and where his boxers were was an empty
condom wrapper.

	I really hoped he cleaned all this stuff up before Delores got
home. For all I know he had done this all week, but I had never
gotten home early enough to find the evidence.

	"That's it cunt!" I heard Darren shout from the guest room. 

	Suddenly I felt I shouldn't be in the house. I decided to retire
to my own room. Quiet as could be I climbed the stairs as Darren
began shouting more obsceneties at his partner.

	"You're a fucking whore aren't you?! That's right slut! You love
cock, don't you?! You're just a cock whore!"

	I shook my head.

	"Who's cock whore are you?!"

	"Yours Darren! I'm your cock whore!"

	Okay, that was Delores' voice. I'd recognize it anywhere. I ran
to the guest room door and eased it open.

	Delores was on the bed, on all fours, completely naked. Darren
was behind her, doing my wife doggy style, pumping his cock into
her cunt like a mad man.

	"Yesss!" Delores moaned. "Give it to me!"

	Which is when I shouted louder than every in my life.

	"HEY!"

	They both stopped, and as if suddenly aware of my presence for
the first time, looked up. 

	Even if that was the loudest I've ever shouted, my wife screamed
louder.

	Almost at a dead heat she pitched forward, dislodging Darren's
cock, crawled off the bed, shot past me, and ran into our
bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

	Darren was alone on the bed, naked.

	"Hey bro."

	I walked out of the room to disgust. When I tried to open my own
bedroom door I found it locked. I knocked.

	"Go away!"

	"What was that?"

	"Go away!"

	"I think we need to talk?!"

	"About what?"

	"Well adultery comes to mind."

	There was a long silence. Finally my wife said, "I'll talk to
you in the kitchen in an hour."

	An hour later my wife came down the stairs dressed in one of her
long skirts and high collared shirts, what Bill had called days
earlier "nuns' wear". Close behind her was Bill. They sat next to
each other, across from me.

	"So what's going on?" I began. "Would someone possibly like to
explain why my wife is having sex with someone I begrudginly
refer to as family?"	

	"Bill, Darren and I are sleeping together."

	Well that shut me up.

	"I'm sorry Bill, we didn't mean for it to happen but I needed
excitement in my life. Bill can provide that excitement in ways
you can't. We've been doing it for the past few days. I've been
taking the days off and fucking Bill."

	"So you're leaving me?" I asked weakly.

	"No, I still love you. But I also love fucking Darren. Here's
what I propose. I'll stay with you, as your wife. We'll go on
living just as we have, I'll still be your devoted wife, but
whenever Darren wants to, we will fuck. I'm going to be his fuck
toy, at his beck and call twenty-four/seven. You and I will still
make love on Friday night, but every other night I'm going to be
with Darren. During the day, when you're at work I'm going to be
with Darren. Darren's going to pick my clothes from now on so I
can dress like the slut I truly am. I think you've seen how
that's going to look. From now on I belong to Darren."

	I thought about this. "So when do I get you?"

	"Any time Darren doesn't want to use me."

	I thought about it. I gave it consideration. I could go back to
my life as if nothing had happened. Return to my perfect life as
the perfect husband to a perfect on the surface wife, who
secretly was my step-brother's sex slave. But as far as mom would
know I was living the American Dream, I would still be the
perfect son to her.

	Then my step-brother gave me one of his stupid shit-eating
grins.

	"Well, fuck that," I said.

	I swear to god, both Delores and Darren stared at me as if I had
just told them I was Elvis. 

	"Bro..." Darren started, but I cut him off.

	"No, don't fucking call me bro," I shouted angrily. "Just 'cause
your fucking father married my mom doesn't make you my fucking
brother."

	"Bill, why are you talking like this?" my wife asked timidly.
"It's not like you."

	I turned to look at her. "Well it looks like the fucking
floodgates are open, doesn't it Delores? What, did you think I'd
be happy sitting by while my wife let's someone else bone her? My
fucking step-brother on top of everything, a guy she fucking
knows I hate! That she thought I'd see this as some fucking
Wonderland and not a fucking insult! What kind of fucking moron
are you?!"

	"Oh she fucks really good," Darren laughed. 

	I'm not really sure how I did it. I hadn't done something like
it since I was eight, but I grabbed Darren, threw him onto the
table, pulled his arm behind his back and broke it. The arm, not
the back. It felt good.

	I was Bill Underbrook again.

	When I let him go Darren fell to the ground screaming about his
arm. Delores called an ambulance. I got a beer from the fridge.
It didn't taste as bad as I thought it would. 

	When the paramedics showed up Delores collaborated my story that
Darren ran into a wall while he was drunk. The beer I shoved down
his throat probably helped convince them. They left and I was
alone with my wife. And damned if she wasn't scared of me.

	No reason she shouldn't be. Bill Underbrook was a scary guy.

	"Bill?"

	"Yeah?" 

	"What are you going to do to me?"

	I looked at her, all fear and guilt. "I don't know. You sure as
hell aren't the woman I married."

	"I could be."

	"No you couldn't. The second you started to want Darren's cock
instead of mine the woman I married ceased to exist. I don't know
who you are now, but I don't want to stay married to her. I'll
talk to a lawyer tommorrow about divorce."

	"B-but I still love you," she cried.

	"No," I told her calmly, Bill Underbrook was always calm, which
was probably why he scared so many people. "You loved the
perfect, dull Bill Leuter. But I think he's ceased to exist too.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to bed."

	That night I was awoken as Delores got into bed next to me. I
think she was purposely loud in order to awaken me.

	"I'm sorry," she whispered eagerly in my ear. "Let me make it up
to you."

	Her hand began to massage my cock. It grew hard in her soft
hands.

	"Do you really want to do this?" I asked her.

	"Yes," she said. "Make love to me."

	I didn't. I fucked her. I got on top of her and shoved my cock
into her cunt. I abused her cunt for a while until I heard her
start to moan. I pulled out and pushed her body over. I spread
her ass apart until I could see her back hole. I slammed into it
like there was no tommorrow. Delores screamed in pain, but I just
continued to dry fuck the anal passageway as she wept in pain.
Then I got bored with that. I pulled out and grabbed her hair.

	"Bill, what are you doing?" Delores asked between sobs.

	"Suck it," I told her. "Taste your own shit."

	I pushed her face into my rock hard cock. She didn't resist and
I felt my cock enter her moist, fuck hole of a mouth. Apparantly
Darren had taught her something because she sucked on my cock
with such skill that I shot my load in her mouth almost
instantly. She swallowed it and tried to pull away, I pushed her
head back into my crotch.

	"Don't stop until I tell you, bitch" I commanded. Her tongue
brushed against my shaft as she resumed her oral attention and
soon I was hard once more.

	I pushed her head away from me and she fell back on the bed. I
dragged her hips towards me and pushed my cock into her cunt
again. This time I went for slow, controlled strokes. It wasn't
long before she was making loud happy noises I had never heard
from her before. She must have came at least three times before I
did. After I shot my load into her I pulled out.

	"God, you've never been like this before," Delores panted.

	Well of course not, I told myself. She's never fucked Bill
Eastbrook before.

	"Better than Darren?" I asked.

	"Much better," she confirmed.

	I leaned in close and whispered in her ear. "But you shouldn't
know that."

	I got up, took my pillow and a blanket and went to sleep on the
couch in the living room. The next morning, when I woke up,
Delores wasn't home. I was about to call a lawyer when the phone
rang. It was my mother.

	"Bill, Delores is over at our house and she's crying. She says
you want to divorce her. And then we got a call from the hospital
that Darren's arm is broken and he says you did it. What's going
on?"

	I explained everything to her. Even about how the perfect life I
had been leading had been for her benefit and seemed to be over.
She took it pretty well. Then she put Ray on the phone. I could
hear her yelling at Delores in the background.

	"Bill?"

	"Yeah Ray?"

	"Sorry about what Darren did."

	"Uh. Thanks."

	"Rose tells me you're not going to be the perfect son anymore."

	"Probably not."

	"Can't say I blame you, after everything that's happened to you.
Just want you to know you always have a place in the family with
your mother and me. I don't know if you'll want to be a part of
it with Darren, and you coming to terms with your life before you
were adopted, but there's a place for you."

	I can't help it. I like that man. 

	"Thanks Ray. I appreciate it."

	"Bill?" It was my mother on another phone.

	"Yeah ma?"

	"Delores wants to talk to you."

	I sighed. "Okay, put her on."

	"Bill?" asked Delores between sobs.

	"What?"

	"I'm sorry."

	"I don't really care."

	"Damn it Bill, you can't leave me?"

	"Whay not?"

	"I love you?"

	"Should have thought of that before you messed around with
Darren. Look is this all you're going to talk about, because I
need to call a lawyer."

	"Wait!"

	"What?"

	"Okay, okay just hear me out. You're not who you used to be,
right?"

	"Right, so?"

	"And you say I'm not the woman you married, right?"

	"So?"

	"Well, why can't we start over as two new people?"

	I wanted to tell her, but for the life of me I couldn't come up
with an answer. 


END


I have nothing to say here, except that I have stopped
proofreading my stuff. So forgive any instance I called Darren
Bill or vice versa.

As always, feedback is appreciated. Send comments to...

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