preface

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He did it. He really did it. 

He gave in to the juice on her lips and the red of her tongue. 

I always wondered how a woman could convince a man to forget about all of his troubles and responsibilities for a night alone. It's as if these women withhold the garden of eden between their thighs. It's magical, I bet. 

In this parallel universe, the garden of eden is my inferno. For years, it will haunt me until the day I rest my head.

How could he?

Whether we're married, with child, or just in a plain old committed relationship, the question still plagues me- what is it that she had that I didn't? 

it will be the death of me.


Story is based on true events

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