I gave her some vague story as at that time I didn't have a love life. She then went on to joke with me about the times when she heard me smuggling gi...ls upstairs. She then went on to explain that she could hear my bed thumping as I was enjoying myself because her bedroom was directly below mine and her husband slept in a different room. I apologized of course and that's when she astounded me. She explained that I was right to apologize as her husband hadn't slept with her in years It was only. “I sought out the only remedy at hand.”Joly laughed first, quickly joined by her son. Roby wanted to leap up and hug her. Once again she had become his shelter from the things that troubled his mind. For all his pretensions of maturity, he was still his mother’s little boy. Her gentle manner and ability to listen and understand him were the perfect medicine for his ill mind.“What were your feelings when you watched, Roby? What was the depth of your desires then?”Roby didn’t hesitate. “I wanted. She’s wearing plain, but well cut, good quality, fine cotton knickers trimmed with matching black satin. They’re very elegant but designed for comfort; nothing too fancy or revealing; certainly nothing slutty. I love the way they accentuate rather than contrast her feminine curves. She is a woman who has no need of the accoutrements of a stripper to make her feel attractive. The sight of her standing there like this, part glamour queen, part soccer mom and part shy little girl, is really. I just didn't know what to say to her."I sighed and then took another bit of toast and another gulp of coffee, then turned the newspaper page in front of me."We have to do something, Rick." I agree. But what? I really think Art is stuck on Barbara. It may be a temporary infatuation, but try and tell him that." Meanwhile, Betsy is really getting hurt," my wife said, "I mean it's bad enough finding your husband has fallen for another girl; but Barbara is a good friend besides. If Art leaves.