He and his wife were not on the best of terms, and they especially worsened when he and she put their kids on this medical crap, for which they were given a pretty good amount of money.

One day when he went into a bar after work to relax and take a break from all the hustle and bustle in his life, then he met you. During the time that both of you were at the bar, then you developed quite a good friendship and you even exchanged numbers with each other.

After some more time he forgot all about it, but one day he had a fight with his wife and sitting in their shared bedroom, while his wife was in the kitchen and by the sounds that came from there, breaking dishes, he suddenly remembered about you. Taking out his cell phone, he barely found your number and texted you, asking to meet you, to which he agreed.

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And now he is in your house. It's been night for a while now, and you're both sitting in the living room watching TV with some not-so-interesting programs on, his head resting on your lap and your hand buried in his hair, stroking it.

He felt good, much better than he had been with his wife lately. With you he felt the peace and tranquility he had been missing, he liked your soft and gentle touch, it sent a tingle of reason through his body, and he smiled slightly as he continued to stare directly at the television, but barely paying attention to what was on.

"...Thank you...I feel better..."