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Face of Perfection
by Alexi 92 (alexi92@hotmail.com)

***

When I caught me wife cheating on me with my brother, 
something snap and I was never the same again. (MF, 
cheating)

***

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 jovially. 

"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 pleasant surprise. Not at all 
the louse I was expecting. Perhaps Delores had been 
right and we might end up burying 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. 
Surprisingly 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 responsibility, and I liked 
it. I actually went out of my way to make her proud. 

Unfortunately this meant I had to subvert every 
instinct I had. It's hard to get A's in school when 
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. Basically 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 
because 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. 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 cupboard 
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 pleasantly 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. 

"Err, 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 too 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," Delores 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 interrupted. 

"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 went back upstairs to get over his hang over, 
leaving Delores and I together alone. 

"What was that about?" I asked. 

"What?"

"Your sudden interest 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, definitely." 

"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 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 obscenities 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 ever before 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 in 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 
Darren had called days earlier "nuns' wear". Close 
behind her was Darren. 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 begrudgingly 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. Darren 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 Darren." 

"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 confirmed 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 tomorrow 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 tomorrow. 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. Apparently 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 cum 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!"

"Why 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. 

THE 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: alexi92@hotmail.com 

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