Review Blog: MY FRIENDS HOT MOM MYFRIENDSHOTMOM could see a little sadness in her eyes. "Yeah...I...um...I...ah, I know that, too," she said, very softly. Her eyes were beginning to fill with tears now.
I felt terrible. I deserved to feel terrible. It was my fault she was hurt. "Hillary, I'm sorry," I said softly.
"About what?" she asked. She made no effort to hide the tears in her eyes. "About what we...about what we did?"
I shook my head. "No...I...I'm not sorry about what we've done," I said quickly. "But I am very sorry I hurt you. I...I should never have allowed any of this to happen. I should never have forced you to..."
"You didn't force me to do anything," Hillary snapped. Her eyes, though still wet with tears, showed determination and a trace of anger. "I wanted to do everything we did. Everything! And I'm not sorry. Not even a little."
"Hillary, I...um...we...you and I...you know we don't have any future, don't you?" I said, fumbling for words. Was there any way to explain to her exactly how I felt? Did I even know how I really felt?
"We...we have until the 21st," she said. "Don't we?"
I should have told her that we didn't, but I didn't have the strength to do that. "Yes," I said. "We do have until then." I took a deep breath. "Hillary, you...you have to understand. I...I'm not going to leave my wife to marry you or anything like that, I..."
