Craving My Best Friend’s Father

A shot rang off in the distance, cracking the silent night. The chants that followed told me they were here, for me. I had stolen a small substance from them, I had no idea what it was but it was something they valued greatly. I had sold it and that's how I got the little money I had with me.The Loz Zetas were a notorious Mexican cult, feared by all who knew of their existence. Their reputation for violence and cruelty was well-known, and they were widely regarded as one of the most dangerous criminal organizations in the country.As I burst out of the building and into the street, the sound of gunfire echoed through the air. People around me panicked and began to run, screaming in terror as the Loz Zetas shot randomly into the sky. Their rough, unkempt appearances gave away their association with a life of crime and violence. They were dressed in all black, with leather jackets and combat boots, their dark clothing blending in with the shadows. Their faces were obscured by bandanas

CHRISTIANShe nodded, and her eyes sparkled with sincerity. "I know it might sound strange," she says, "but sometimes a stranger can be the best comfort. You don't have to worry about anything with me. I'm just here to listen and help if I can."I look at her for a long moment, taking in the genuine kindness in her eyes. And suddenly, I find myself nodding. "Okay," I say. "I'll take you up on that offer." I agree way too easily for comfort. Before I can reel and take the words back she smiles at me, and the tension in my chest begins to ease.I’m aware I didn’t ask for her name, though we forgot about that and kept about other things, light topics. She asked if I wanted to talk about my wife and I replied with no. I don’t think I want to talk about Irina with anyone, definitely not a woman I was considering banging. The feeling of guilt whenever I let basic weakness, need, take over has never left. Not after the many years she has been gone. I always feel like I’m betraying her. The