Oliver needed to find a way to explain to his best mates how much this was a mistake. Just from the look on their faces, each had a different side of how to react to his statements. He had no clue if the sigh from Don was one of pity or anger. Anger for the fact he waited this long to say what he had to say on Sylvia? Pity for a man who waited until the last possible second? Fuck, sometimes he wished he knew what Don was thinking. Even his words made him feel like a pile of horse shit. Oliver bloomed with embarrassment starting from his neck up into his face. Yes! He had wanted to cheat but to hear it throw back in his face only made him feel like a cad.<br/><br/>"I know damn it! I know I should end it but have you met a woman like Sylvia? She out rival Glenn Close from the god damn Fatal Attraction. I tell her over the phone it is over, I come back home to all of my stuff burned or broken into millions of pieces." Oliver ran his fingers through his hair only to find a few strands had fallen out. Damn the woman was stressing him enough that he was liable to go bald before the end of the year. She may looked like a beautiful woman but as the months went by, he noticed things he must have ignored or not seen when he started to date her. He could not blame all of this on her because his own desires did not fit into the normal standards of a relationship. What he wanted was to be rough or to be roughed up by his lovers. With Sylvie, she just wanted to get it going and not think about anything but the orgasm.<br/><br/>He enjoyed being in bed with her but somewhere it started to dribble off. Now the sex was a chore more than it was pleasure. A few grunts and thrusts of his hips before he faked his own orgasm. Sylvia would complain he was fast in bed but after figuring out when she faked her own orgasms when he did put a lot into the act, it made him feel less generous with her. At the moment, Oliver only had his hand a porno magazine to keep his balls from turning blue. Nonetheless, his hand can only do so much and he was not heading into the territory of sitting on his hand so he would think it was someone else jerking him off. He was sexually deprived but not that fucking bad.<br/><br/>Oliver accepted the hand rub from his friends. Don and Adrian were trying to be great friends and here he was, trying to shove it back in their faces. "Thanks man and I know I am being an idiot but I did not know what to do. I wanted to tell you two but things got in the way and tonight seemed like the only night to talk. I know I do not want to go ahead with the marriage. I just need to find a way to get her out of the house so I can grab my things or change the locks." Oliver was dead serious. He needed to change the locks to keep Sylvia try and take any of his things. There were a few things of hers in the apartment but Oliver could easily have it delivered to her apartment out in the city.<br/><br/>Turning to look at Adrian, Oliver could not stop himself from smiling at his drunken state. How many cups of alcohol had he consumed tonight? His friend must have had a good day to partake in more than a glass or two. His two good friends were amusing at times. The times the three got shit faced where they talked about everything and nothing were the best times of his life. Now he wondered if Adrian had drunk himself into a state where he said things he did not mean at all. "Gay? She would most likely believe Don or you were fucking each other than me loving a cock more than a pussy. Sylvia would have to see a videotape and hell if there are any cameras around here!," he cried out before he laid back once more on the bed. He looked up at Don wondering why he was crossing his legs. There was enough room on the bed for all three of them.