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Alyssa I start crying on the way home, everything crashing back into me at once. My tears are silent, but the occasional sniffle draws the attention of my men. Zuri looks at me, and I smile, pretending everything's okay. I don't want her to see me like this, allowing her sperm donor to break me again. I just feel like a f*****g i***t. How did I not see the signs that Isaac was gay? Even when we had normal s*x, it was terrible. The only time he seemed remotely into it was when we were doing anal from behind. Now, knowing the truth, he was probably thinking about some guy while he was f*****g me. When we finally pull into King's driveway, my tears are dry, but my eyes are swollen and puffy. I think I'm all cried out. Or at least, my eyes are begging me to be. Once inside, I ask the boys