Once the door had closed behind Ms. Phillips, Tim collapsed onto the couch on which we'd had our first fuck. Agitated, he got up almost as soon as he ...as seated. Going to his desk he brought out a bottle of scotch and a glass out of the top drawer. Knocking back a shot he slumped heavily onto his chair behind the desk. This was not the Tim I was used to meeting."Tim, what the hell is wrong with you? What's going on?" I asked."I'm fucked. I'm so fucking fucked. I really thought I could do it,. The signs are obvious -- daily phone calls, visits to her apartment, her name being brought up in our conversation, etc. Last week, Dianne and Kristin went backpacking by themselves to the local wilderness area while I kept our two k**s at home (it is important for my wife, a financial planner, to get away from the daily grind and enjoy her friends apart from me)....Last Friday, Dianne called me up and wanted me to meet her for lunch at our favorite restaurant. After a light lunch with some. Theres always something going on. Dont get me wrong. They love their children, they are the loves of their life. But they put many restraints on Mom and Dads love life. After school activities keeps Mom busy until after supper and the children are in bed. Dad is&hellip,.Dad. He works long hours and is on the road traveling to different clients 4 out of five days a week. One day on the weekends, the family manages to do something together. On the other day, Cal and Leslie like to role play and. I slipped on my boots and grabbed my hat, ready for whatever the women had in mind.They had in mind me waiting an hour and a half while they bathed and dressed. At least I had a book to read while I waited, because Sonja had thoughtfully brought me a tome titled, "Illustrated History of the United States, Volume Three: 1850 — 1950." I was up to the year 1862, when one of the women trumpeted their arrival with a loud "TA DA!"I immediately forgot the book in my hand as my eyes bulged out of my.