But it was no use… all I could think about was Paul. Suddenly I felt like I needed to talk to him. I wasn’t really sure what I was going to say, b...t I just thought that we needed to address what had happened earlier, and how we both might be feeling about it. Plus I felt like I needed to tell him my knee was fine. So I took another big sip of wine, got out of bed and walked quietly down the hall to his room. He had left his door ajar, just as he said he would, but when I stuck my head around. I looked at him with haughtiness and defiance, and then walked away. The last thing I needed was to waste any more time dealing with this creep, or the likes of him. That day, I walked off the work site, after telling my immediate supervisor, an old black dude named Farley, what Fergus had done. What do you think Farley said? The loser made excuses for Fergus bad behavior, and told me not to make a fuss about it. I called Farley a coward, then walked away. I left everything there, and caught. He was a good man who had provided for his children. A man’s man who was better for having a family to love and care for—and to love and care for him in return. A part of Maryann’s soul was dying in the bed she sat beside, but her fifty-year-old body was in good health and potentially had many long years of widowhood ahead of it.Most women in Maryann’s situation were a bit naive. It is hard not to be. It takes a romantic woman, deeply in love, to live in the shadows for her man.“You live,” as. He was stroking her navel, her ribcage, then finally rubbing his knuckles over her tits."God, oh God!"She wagged her ass around more, spreading her knees further apart. He was touching her nipple now, pinching it, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger while brushing his cock up against her ass. Barbara growled, bobbing her ass back and forth, whistling through her flared nostrils. How good, how deliciously good it was having that man behind her, rubbing up against her while she knelt down.