I had a problem.
Pete, my best friend, and I shared the same desk in our classroom. Usually, I placed my right leg close to Pete's left. He and I pressed our legs against each other. We got boners. We smiled. But we were too timid to act upon the demands of our hormones. Pete and I looked alike: skinny, but hairy teenagers. I had dark blond hair and blue eyes; Pete had light blond hair and green eyes.
I had just turned fifteen years old at beginning of June. My mom and stepdad had given me a huge birthday party inviting everyone we knew - about a hundred and fifty people. The guests included: all the numerous aunts, uncles, cousins as well as friends and neighbors. We had people parting inside the house and outside in the backyard. They all joked, laughed, and had a great time. I was not interested in any party. I lusted after Pete and his power tool.
The village where we lived was divided in half by a main street. On the south side, there was a line of single and two-family homes. Behind the homes, there was a large seashore which had groups of huge rocks spread close to the sea. On the north side of the street, there was also a line of single and two-family homes. Behind the homes, there were hills and mountains - home of pines trees and thick bushes.
The community we lived in was mostly made of Italian Americans and Greek Americans. Italians and Greeks strove on the bond of family and social gatherings to celebrate holidays, birthdays and special occasions. The two hectic groups were huggers and kissers. They normally had light brown skin, large mouths, large eyes and thick eyelashes. They were loud and proud. Most women were quite lovely and big in all the right places. Most guys possessed big hands, big feet, big muscles; they were hairy, packed and uncut. They constantly thought and talked about sex. They gravitated toward a single goal - to shoot loads into as many pussies as available. They expressed themselves with the profuse use of the word Fuck!
Four friends and former classmates grew up to manhood in this fine community: Matt, Steve, and fraternal twins Tom and John. They were in their mid-twenties. They constantly talked about pussy which they didn't get enough. Of course, they were successful in getting dates, but getting the girl in bed was entirely another matter. They hung out at the Firepit, a local bar, where most young men in their twenties and thirties gathered. They shared stories where a girl in heat was unable to resist their huge cock.
While Matt and Steve were sitting at the counter doing shots, Tom and John walked in and joined them. From time to time, the four men felt themselves to make sure that what was there, was still there. Soon, guys whistled as Melina and Filomena came in wearing their tight miniskirts. Filomena went straight to Matt and kissed him on the cheek; the whistles got louder. Matt stood up, hugged Filomena and gave her a real man's kiss. The two had been dating for a while. Matt planned to marry Filomena as soon as she allowed him to pop her cherry. Melina gravitated toward Tom and John. She found the twins hot.
"Can we buy you a drink, Melina?" asked John.
"Let me think, hmmm ... If I say yes; your cocks get hard and ready to explore my insides, yes?"
"What's wrong with that, honey? said Tom.
"Hmm," exclaimed Melina rubbing Tom's and John's crotch while the guys were sitting on the bar stools.
Within a few minutes, Tom and John took Melina to their place. Melina confessed she needed cock badly: one big one into her ass, and another one thrusting deeply inside her vagina.
Years passed. Matt married Filomena and sired me. Steve married a foreigner from Denmark -- Astrid. Steve and Astrid had Kristina, a precious little girl. John married Melina; they had one girl, Kathy, and four boys; Pete was one of them. Tom married a former nun -- Anne. The nun had gone home for the Christmas holidays. When she laid her eyes on Tom, she saw the hottest and most handsome man in the community. Driven by an overwhelming desire, she gave up her chastity vows in exchange of marriage vows. Tom fathered Nick who was two years older than me. Nick and I called each other cousin and called each other's dad uncle even though we were not related.
As summer unfolded that year, I walked on the beach one hot afternoon hoping to meet Pete. Maybe Pete and I found the nerves to get laid. Something caught my attention. I heard laughter as I reached a group of rocks. I walked around the rocks to see a bunch of kids staring at Jack and Stan, who sat with their legs crossed, jerking off. Jack and Stan were in their late teens; they were slim, muscular and packed. They were showing us, younger kinds, what to do with a boner. All of us got fucking hard. Pete was there, too; he was happily jerking off along. I sat next to him and I did the same. After a while, Jack and Stan shot their heavy loads. Later, we all left.
The following day at the same time, I strolled on the beach. I checked behind the rocks hoping for the same hot scene. There, Jack and Stan were standing jerking off alone. Jack asked me if I wanted to jerk him off along with his friend Stan. Boy, if I was ready for that! I eagerly placed myself between Jack and Stan. On my right, I jerked off Jack while on my left I did Stan: two big fucking cocks getting bigger and stiffer by the second. From time to time, either Jack or Stan guided me by laying their hands on mine. They helped me speed or slow the jerking-off motion. Eventually, they shot their loads. They left me there empty-handed. I inhaled and exhaled a few times to cool off. Then, I walked away.
While walking toward the street, I ran into Pete. I told him what had just happened. He chuckled. He took me behind the rocks. We could smell Jack's and Stan's intoxicating cum around us. Pete pulled his pants and underwear down; I did the same. We were both very hard. We jerked each other off. Then, Pete went down on me. He grabbed my boner by the shaft going up and down with one hand while he was sucking my mushroom head. I felt fucking good with a pervading feeling all over my body of intense arousal.
Pete sucked my cock for a while before telling me to do the same to him. I did it with gladness. We alternated sucking each other's cock for some time. At last, the big moment came. Pete had me turned around. He spit on his cock and on my asshole before pushing his boner all the way in. At first, I felt a bit uncomfortable. A few seconds later, I enjoyed it with immense pleasure. I could not get enough of Pete's in-out motion into my asshole; I moaned uncontrollably. Pete told me it was my turn to fuck him. I did as he had done me. We fucked each other a few times before we both shot our loads. Who did Pete learn all that hot sex from?
Pete and I got laid virtually every day that summer until, one day, Uncle Tom surprised us. My uncle told us to keep at it; so, we did. The guy was quite handsome, a head-turners, athletic in shape, a two- or three-day old beard. He had dark hair and dark piercing eyes that could penetrate your very soul. Looking forward, he always kept his head high like a king when he walked. He never had his shoulders come down or flop, but he moved them in sync with his legs. He was a hot and masculine dude in every way.
Uncle gave us his undivided attention. I liked that. I didn't know being watched was a big turn-on for me. The guy got harder and harder watching Pete fucking me while I was moaning and breathing heavily. He felt himself more and more with both hands until his jeans showed a big tent. Pete and I could not stop staring at my uncle's crotch. Finally, I begged my uncle to take his cock out. He quickly unzipped. He pulled his jeans and underwear down. My uncle's amazing, big, hard and fucking cock popped out before my mouth. Under a frenzy of insatiable lust, I started to suck my uncle until Pete told me he wanted some, too. Pete and I took turns at sucking that monster cock.
After a while, the dude was ready to shoot. I politely asked my uncle to shoot his cum inside my ass. He grabbed my back. First, he penetrated me, then he pulled me tight against his body. Quickly, he banged me as fast as a wild animal in intense heat. He grunted, growled, moaned, breathed heavily, and talked dirty. He pushed his cock as deep into my ass as he could. Then, he stopped. He let out a cry while shooting his cum inside my hole. Finally, I had real sex. I had tasted intercourse with a grown man whose craving and experience were unrivaled. Without realizing at that time, I craved grown men with a strong libido, willing to play and share their fucking cock.
On a late Saturday morning, I was alone with my stepdad, Steve, sometimes called Don Stefano by my mom and friends. My stepdad was not as handsome and as tall as Uncle Tom. He was more assertive, business-minded, confident, protective, and passionate than my uncle. My stepdad, whom I called Dad, and I hugged a lot in long lasting embraces, especially when I felt frustrated, which happened every day. I asked dad if we could hug to calm my nerves. He said "Yes, son". I loved when he called me son. I loved to call him Dad.
Don Stef was a caring man who truly loved me. I loved him in return and unconditionally. I could feel dad's hard cock pressing against my body. I am sure he felt mine as well. Dad and I were not related by blood anyway, but dad was reserved. I told dad that something was missing in my life. He pulled his eyebrows down. He twitched his nose. He asked me to be more specific. I shared the fact I was messing around with Pete. He acknowledged that it was fine for two kids to explore each other's body. He had done the same at my age. Then, I dared to say what was on my mind. I needed to have sex with a grown man on a regular basis. He told me it was a bad idea. I had to stick with Pete. Possibly, I could try another kid, maybe a bit older than me like Nick. I told dad that Nick was too stiff for my tastes. He encouraged me to pursue that avenue.
What Don Stef had failed to tell me was what had happened with Nick on a lazy hazy afternoon. After a long day at work, dad took a nap. He was only wearing boxers. Nick walked in looking for me. He didn't see anyone in the house. He heard moaning coming from the master bedroom. Nick quietly opened the door. My dad must've had a good dream because his cock had popped out of his boxers. Nick could not resist the big boner of a grown man. Slowly, he bent over without making any noise. He went down on that fucking boner even after dad soon woke up.
While still embracing, dad warned me about Rocco, the mailman. The mailman had a reputation of being a violent pedophile. I thanked him for his concern. Soon, Mother Nature came to my rescue. Dad had to piss. He asked me if I had to piss, too. I did. Even if I didn't, I would have said yes. We both stood before the toilet. As soon as we pulled down our pants and underwear, our two boners popped out. Of course, dad's cock was much bigger than mine. After all, I was a kid; my dad was a grown man.
I asked if I could feel his cock. Without waiting for a response, I jerked off dad while he did the same to me. Don Stef handled my cock kindly like a caring masseur. I loved him for it. I was rough with him. I couldn't wait to see dad's cock shoot a load. Then, the man started to breath heavily, sweated, growled and moaned. He took his cock from my hand. He jerked off quickly and shot his fucking load into the toilet. Soon, I did the same. As we both calmed down, we let out a long piss.
As soon as Rocco with his dark hair and eyes, big mouth and thick eyelashes, rang the doorbell, I opened the door. He was a furry big guy with big hands, big feet and, best of all, he looked packed. While handing me a package, he felt himself. He greeted me "Hello, baby boy", which made me giggle. I noticed some hair popped out at the base of his neck at the opening of the blue shirt he was wearing. I asked him if he was furry all over. He came inside the house. I closed and locked the door. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled down his pants. He was truly furry: short, black, and dense hair all over the body -- front and back.
I tried my luck one more time. "Do you have a thick pubic bush"? He pulled down his underwear: a big and thick cock sprang out. The guy had a presence that commended attention, fueled by a strong sexual drive. Here, a masculine, muscular, big, tall, furry, and hung man in mid-forties stood before me. As Ganymede bowed to Zeus' needs, so did I to Rocco's. I fixed my eyes on that big, fucking cock while my lips got slightly apart. I blinked and I smiled a bit. I craved that fucking cock in my hungry mouth and tight asshole. I felt my heart beating really fast as I kneeled to suck, but Rocco pulled away. He had mail to deliver. He was willing to meet me later, around 6:00pm. I agreed.
Laying down on my bed, I wondered how much fun I was going to have with Rocco. My daydreaming got interrupted when Nick stopped at the house to see if we could play soccer. We took a ball and headed for the beach. At first, just Nick and I played ball. Then, Pete joined us. After a while, Pete wanted to wrestle. We wrestled. Pete always had me win because I would sit on his crotch while I held him down. Nick saw that and had me win, too. When I sat on Nick, the boner felt quite big for a seventeen years old kid. Obviously, I could not stay too long with the guys: it was getting close to 6:00pm. I left Pete and Nick wrestle each other.
I headed toward the woods to meet the mailman. Rocco came on time. He told me to follow him at a distance. He walked for a while until he found a private area behind trees and bushes. He pulled down his pants and underwear. The boner was out and ready to be serviced. As if I were under a spell or enchantment, I went down on my knees to worship that big, fucking cock. I sucked, and sucked and sucked away. The mailman was getting hornier and hornier feeling the urge to fuck.
Something magical happened when Rocco called me cocksucker faggot. To my own surprise, I loved it; I felt more aroused. I called him back fucking pervert. He loved that, too. Rocco had me turn. I bent a bit to receive that fucking monster cock. Then I straightened up so that my whole back could feel Rocco's furry front. He held me tight. He fucked me deeply with fury. He felt and massaged my whole body with his big furry hands, arousing me further. I moaned out of control. I embraced the mailman's back, holding his furry buttocks and pulled him further closer to me. I needed to feel a real grown man's in-and-out fucking motion. I thought about Rocco's family: three boys and four girls. Evidently, he fucked his wife every night. I envied the mailman's wife. Rocco and I called each other filthy and dirty names. I asked him if he was doing other boys. He shook his head explaining most boys my age didn't like to be called derogatory names. I was Rocco's only baby boy. An obsessive urge came over me; I wanted to fuck Rocco's furry asshole. He promised me that treat only if I helped him land a boy known for having a ten-inch monster cock.
"Who is he?"
"Damian! He may be in your class."
I knew Damian alright! He was an obnoxious prick causing trouble at all times. Definitely, he was not smart. He was two years older than me and had repeated two grades. My mission was to find out if he liked cock; Rocco would take care of the rest. Suddenly, we heard the rapid approaching of footsteps. We quickly pulled our pants up and parted quietly in opposite directions.
That weekend, dad, Uncle Tom, Nick and I were headed toward the mountains where my uncle owned a log cabin. Uncle Tom was driving his SUV. Dad was sitting on the passenger's side. Nick and I were in the back. I knew Dad and Uncle Tom had a long history. Apparently, they had fun playing with each other when they were kids. But when they grew up, they discovered the pleasure of fucking pussy. They dated a lot of girls. They were each other's best man at the wedding and lived happily ever after until ...
Astrid, Steve's wife, and Matt, my biological dad, worked together at Town Hall. Normally they car pulled to work. While driving home from work on a rainy day, a truck hit them. Both my dad and Astrid didn't survive the impact. Steve and Filomena, my mom, buried their grief into each other's arms. Soon, they fell in love and got married.
To make more money, Uncle Tom and dad opened their own business: home construction and improvements.
The country road to the mountains was long and, fortunately, without traffic. After a while on the road, Nick whispered in my ear: "I love you, cousin.".
I replied in kind.
Nick looked very much like his dad: handsome and hot. He put his arm around me and kissed me on the cheek. Then, he took my hand and placed on his thigh. He put his hand on my thigh and caressed it. He kept on looking at me smiling. It didn't take too long for me to have a boner. I massaged Nick's leg. He got hard, too. He pulled down his short pants and underwear. He placed my hand on his cock. I didn't want to jerk him off, but I could not resist. The more I played with his cock, the stronger I felt the urge to suck. I did just that. Nick and I alternated sucking each other. Dad and Uncle Tom were busy as well. They wanked each other. The two-hour drive to the mountains felt like ten minutes.
We stopped on Main Street before going to the cabin to buy pizza for lunch and Italian subs for dinner, which we took to the cabin. Once we got inside the cabin, Uncle Tom asked Nick and me if we wanted to have lunch first or take a brief nap. Nick decided on a nap. Nick and I took one of the two bedrooms; Uncle Tom and dad took the other. Nick locked the room. He took his clothes off. I did the same. He embraced me. We stayed hugged for a long time feeling our boners pressing against each other.
Nick smiled at me and said: "I love you, cousin. I want you to be my woman".
I crunched my forehead and nose. "What do you mean?"
"I take care of your needs for cock and you take care of me. We love each other and we can marry right now. What do you say, cousin?"
"I don't understand, Nick. Marry in church or at city hall?"
"No, we don't need a piece of paper to be married.'
Suddenly, Nick stood upright, looked at me in the eyes, smiled and said: "I, Nick, take you, Jay, for my lawful spouse to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death does us apart."
He then said: "Your turn, Jay".
"I, Jay...". I didn't know all the words. Nick had to help me complete the vows.
Then, we kept on saying I love you! to each other. Soon, Nick fidgeted and sweated a little while forcing a faint smile before saying: "Now, cousin, we have to consume our marriage".
Nick looked more handsome and desirable than ever. I felt the craving to belong to him and him alone. He felt the same way about me. We hugged and kissed for a long time. Then, I went down on him. I sucked and sucked Nick' fucking cock. I licked and smelled Nick's balls and thick bush. I swallowed Nick's cock until the base. Soon, Nick helped me up. He sat at the edge of the bed. I sat on his lap facing him and embracing him tight. He grabbed my buttocks with both strong hands and helped me go up and down his big cock.
After a while, Nick growled, grunted, moaned, sweated and screamed "I love you, cousin" shooting his cum deep into my soul.
Soon, he threw me on the bed and sucked me until I shot my load into his mouth. At last, we laid next to each other looking at the ceiling. I fell in love with Nick that day. I have loved him with all my heart since. With Rocco and Pete, it was just sex. With Nick, it was love and sex fueling each other. It was true love. I was at peace with myself. I was immensely happy.
"I love you, Nick," I said.
Nick turned toward me, and smiled. "I love you more, cousin."
I had to laugh. "Do you have a measuring tape showing you love me more?"
Nick grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock which got hard again. "This fucking cock is my measuring tape. I want to bust your fucking ass, cousin."
We repeated our love routine over ... and over ... and over.
On the drive back home, Nick held me close. Once in a while he kissed me on the cheek. While driving, Uncle Tom took quick looks at Nick and me in the back. He asked us if we had a good time.
"Yes, uncle!" I said smiling.
"Fuck off, Dad!" replied Nick.
Uncle turned to dad. He commented: "Teenagers having sex can be a pain, right in the ass." Both dads laughed.
When uncle looked again in the back, Nick told him to look ahead at the road, not back.
Uncle replied: "I like Jay. He is sweet and hot."
"Hot, dad? Do you have the hots for him?"
"Jay likes me, don't you, Jay?"
"Yes, uncle as long you are in the front and I in the back." Then I realized that was not what I meant. Everyone laughed at my unintended joke.
Nick placed my hand on his lap over his boner.
"Wait a minute, Dad," said Nick. "Did you try having sex with Jay?"
"Nothing serious, Nick. It was a quick thing."
Nick looked at me, then at his dad: "You are a fucking pervert, Dad."
My dad got uneasy and fidgety. Apparently, he had a dry throat.
"Is that a frog in your throat, Uncle Steve?" asked Nick.
"No, relax Nick," dad replied.
"Okay," admitted Nick turning to me: "I sucked your stepdad's cock once. Don't be mad at me! I was foolish."
"Dad, why could you take advantage of Nick?"
"I didn't, son." He related what had happened.
"Let's forget the past before we dish out more shit" volunteered Nick.
"I drink to that," said Uncle Tom feeling himself.
"My fucking cock is always hard," he said. He took dad's hand and placed it over his boner.
Nick held me tight. He stated he wanted to have kids with me which made our dads break into a hearty laugh.
"There is a tiny problem, Nick, called physiology."
"Listen to me, Jay. Guys have done it since the beginning of time," continued Nick. "We marry to women after we graduate from college. I father you a kid with your wife; you father me a kid with my wife."
While dad and uncle kept on laughing, I got serious: I had a terrible thought.
"Uncle Tom," I shouted: "Am I your son?"
"Hell, no!"
"Are you telling me the truth, Uncle Tom?"
"Yes," he replied.
"Will you swear it?"
"Yes, I swear it."
"Who is Nick's dad?" I asked.
"I am and I swear it." He paused. Then, he continued: "Just because Nick talks crazy, husbands don't bring home their best friend to fuck their wife. Marriage is holy. No wife would accept that kind of arrangement. Trust me!"
"Okay, Dad, we got it," said Nick. "Now listen, you two! "Jay and I need to spend time together in private, but we have no place. How can you help?"
Because our dads were in the construction business, they had keys of the homes they were renovating. Being summer, Nick and I made some money working a few hours a day with our dads. When our parents were done for the day, Nick and I went in one room, our dads in another. One day, Uncle Tom suggested we all shared the same room.
Nick's reply was typical of Nick's personality and commitment to our relationship: "Fuck off, Dad!" he said annoyed.
Sometimes, Uncle Tom treated us to ice cream or McDonalds. One afternoon, I was to meet uncle and Nick at our favorite ice cream parlor. I was walking alone because dad stayed home with mom to go over the accounting books. I heard my name called from behind. It was one of my cousins -- Domenic. I turned while Dom rushed over. He was not that tall, but he was muscular and his package showed well behind the short pants he was wearing.
"I'm horny, Jay. Can we go somewhere private?" Dom was nineteen years old and a womanizer. "No way!" I exclaimed.
"Why not? We can jerk off each other and have fun," Dom continued.
"Cousin, I am in love with a girl who worships me. I want to be true to her."
"What? Who is she? Do I know her?"
"I am not going to tell you anything, Dom. It is my business and my life".
Dom followed me to the ice cream parlor, attempting to get more details on my girlfriend. Uncle Tom and Nick had taken a table outdoors on the sidewalk.
"Hey, guys!" said Dom. "Do you know this fucking guy has a girlfriend. But he won't tell me who the fuck she is?"
Nick looked at me as if he were ready to strike me dead: his eyebrows were lowered, his eyes were narrowed, his nose showed wrinkles. But as soon as Nick said "What the fuck!?!" I jumped in.
"Nick, you know the promise I made upstate to my girlfriend: love her until death does us apart."
"Oh ...," said Nick taking a deep breath. "That girl ... very nice indeed! Actually, fucking hot! I really like her, Dom."
Uncle Tom broke into a loud laughter.
"Shut up, Dad!" said Nick.
"Great," said Dom. "Who the fuck is she?"
"Cousin, it is up to Jay." Nick got up and hugged me. "I love this fucking guy" Nick said looking at Uncle Tom and Dom.
In the middle of the week, I took a stroll at noon on the beach, counting my blessings.
Wearing sunglasses and trunks, Damian was laying on the sun over a beach towel. I had no intention to mess around with him.
I said Hello the way one greets acquaintances. I lived to regret it.
Damian snapped like a wild animal: "What the fuck do you want? You want to suck my cock, don't you, faggot?"
"No" I said while he grabbed my hand. He forced me to follow him behind the rocks. He pulled down his trunks and placed my hand over his boner, which was truly ten inches. He guided me with his hand on top of mine to jerk him off. I tried to pull away, but he didn't let me.
He shouted: "Suck my fucking cock, you cocksucker faggot!"
In spite of my refusal, he forced me on my knees with both hands and held me down. I didn't want to suck. I loved Nick. Then, it dawned on me what I had to do: I bit his cock hard. He pushed me away while calling me all the dirty names known to mankind. The push caused me to hit the back of my head against the rocks. I almost passed out. Damian walked away cursing at me. I had managed to save myself.
Walking on the beach heading home, I felt my head; there was a bump, but I was not bleeding. I was scared. I wanted to cry, but I fought my tears. Worst of all, I could not tell anyone what had happened. Going to the police meant everyone one would know and possibly call me "faggot". That would've been worse than the rape. If I informed my family members, they would confront Damian and everyone would know. I could not tell Nick. That would hurt him immensely. But I could tell the mailman. At least, I would get it out of my system. I sat on the sand and looked at the ocean for a while. Then I laid down, closed my eyes. I let the tears flow.
"What's wrong, cousin?" asked me Nick appearing out of nowhere. He scrunched his forehead and nose with his lips pursed together.
"Just thinking about the nightmare, I had last night. Someone died."
"Me? ... Say it!" he screamed.
"No, it was dad. He is the best dad in the world. I love him very much. I cannot lose him." I wiped the tears with my t-shirt.
"It's just a fucking nightmare caused by the fears and shit we keep inside," stated Nick.
"I know, but I need some time alone if you don't mind."
"Okay ... but I'll be back later to check on you. Okay?"
"Okay, Nick!"
I stayed there for a while longer. Then I headed home. I heard the vacuum going; my mom had to be home. I wiped my face again this time with my hand. I went in.
Mom stopped vacuuming. She told me to grab Kristina. She had something to tell us both. I looked at her. She didn't seem herself.
"What is going on, Mom?" both Kristina and I asked.
"Before I inform you dad, I want to tell you guys. I am going to file for a divorce," she said almost sobbing. Mom frowned with her face drooped downward.
"What happened to marriage counseling?" I hollered, slanting inward my eyebrows, almost squeezed into a wrinkle. I raised my chin and pressed my lips together.
"Sorry, Jay! Your dad and I are beyond counseling."
"Why?" asked Kristina.
"He is distant. He is being distant for some time. He has forgotten his marital duties." She broke into tears.
"I am sorry, Mom!" I spoke. "It is all my fault. I take too much time from him. But I love him a lot, more than my biological dad. He means a lot to me. He is my dad, my friend, my best adviser." I paused before I stated with all the seriousness I possessed: "I don't know if I can live without him".
Mom widened her eyes with her pupils growing bigger. She stared at me with an open mouth. "What did you just say, Jay?"
"I am guilty, Mom! I promise you that I'll spend less time with dad. I know he loves you. Seeing a marriage counselor will work out for sure. You are both good and caring people."
"No, Jay! It's definitely over. I know it," she said sobbing.