Was she doing this because I had spanked her or tied her up a few times? Was it because I had once suggested anal intercourse (when she refused, I had...simply given up)? It was noteworthy that she hadn’t even mentioned marital infidelity of any kind, or even accused me of it. Ginger was rare in that sense ... generally, in my experience, wives as uptight as herself tended to at least ask for the record if their husbands have been unfaithful. Mine never said a thing. So, seriously, what was up. I told her I’d be there. As Sherrie walked away, I saw she still had the same trim ankles and beautifully sculpted calves and thighs she’d had when I first met her. I remembered she’d always had a graceful way of carrying herself Pausing before she went out the door, she turned back and smiled warmly at me. ******** I did some deep soul searching that evening, and most of the next day too. I was still on an administrative leave of absence and hadn’t gone in to my new office except to let them. “Sounds great,” I said opening my door to the sound of a faint toothless meow from the little shorthair couch goblin that left me a “present” on the welcome mat.After cleaning it up, I heard some commotion through the wall. Angela was pissed.“How many times have I told you to clean up your goddamn room!” I heard her yell.He was either silent or mumbling because I couldn’t make out what he was saying back to her.Then it happened. I heard her start slapping his ass. It was so loud I didn’t even. ”I rolled the Indian out of the barn, and Bobby came out right behind me on his Kawasaki dirt bike. I climbed onto the Indian and started it up, and it felt so familiar to me. Like it really was my bike again. I put on my helmet and took off. Bobby was right behind me, and I had the best half hour of fun on a bike that I have had since I was a teenager.We rode to the pond and had a picnic and went swimming. We stayed for over an hour and a half and then rode back. It became almost a daily.