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*** We were on our way to pass out flyers for his classes. I stared at him and dug my nose into his hair. "Mmm, you smell good." "Why, thank you ma'am.".. I ran my hands through his hair and he gave a happy sigh. "I can't believe how grey you are getting. I can't believe we've been together for this long. Do you think we'll last forever?" "Yes, we are going to grow old together." "I've watch you go from darkest brown hair to almost all gray. I just love you so much. I wonder how long we are going to be together. If we don't break up what's going to happen to us when we get old? "We will still be together. I'm not going anywhere. We will be in the same nursing home, and I'll come looking for you and you'll give great blow jobs because you won't have any teeth." "Stop it." I said laughing "Everything is about sex with you." "That's why we are so good together. Come here. Lay across my lap." "You'll kill me." "I won't kill you." "Okay, but if we are in an accident and I'm half alive you better kill me. I don't want to explain why I'm with you." I laid across his lap and rested my head on his chest as as he drove down the highway. "I love you." he whispered, as he began to kiss me." "How do you know you love me? " "I feel it here." Ziu touched his heart, "and I know it here." And he touched his temple "I love you, too. Z-u, Marry me!" "I'm already married to you in my heart." "But, I want to be married to you in real life. Will we ever have a future together?" "I think in the future we have a chance at being together. I can't leave her. She needs me and I feel so obligated to here at least until she gets better." "Is she getting better? NO, she's not and she'll never get better as long as you're married to her. Don't you think you're the cause of her illness? How can she get over all the affairs you've had? How can she ever trust you again? It's like you are co-dependent of each other. You feed her illness and she protects your name and she doesn't even know why." There was a silence. I never did expect him answer any of my bold questions, but I know that it made him think, even if just for a moment. I sat up and we drove in silent. He spoke. "I'm a sociopath." I turned to look at him, but he didn't look at me, his eyes were on the road. . He had a very serious face. He had a frown on his face and he bit his lower lip. A look that he often gave to me when I tapped into an emotion that he didn't want to face or talk about. "Are you trying to scare me away?" I asked not knowing why he had called him self a sociopath. "No", he replied, "I'm not going to kill you and slice you up into tiny bits and put you in a trunk. I'm just an asshole. I have no conscience. I can be a real asshole and not care about it." "You've never been an asshole to me." He grabbed me and brought me closer to him. I laid my head on his shoulder. I kept wondering why he would call himself a sociopath. I wish that I had perused the conversation longer. I sat there and contemplated his words.
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