“Hmmm, that’s strange…”, she muttered. Oddly intrigued, she entered the shop and heard the tell-tale chime of a doorbell hanging from the top....As she walked around, she could tell very quickly that this wasn’t your run of the mill magic shop. She didn’t see your typical magic potions or, so called blessed items from your typical phony street salesman. Instead she found a huge book shelf with old dusty books. She picked up a couple that were filled with ancient writings, but the one that caught. He could barely see it in the mirror as it wasvery light, but it was definitely there. He prodded his chest a bit, butfound it as flat and lacking in definition as usual. Still, he didn'tfind himself entirely unattractive. There were much worse-lookingaccountant drones out there his age. Once more he reached down to histrousers and massaged the bulge that was slowly making itself known tohim. The tightness in his groin had begun when he first realized he wasfully alone, hundreds of miles away. Managing her husband’s sex life was hard.Hours passed and Anna relaxed with two glasses of wine. It was about 10pm when she went to the bedroom. She kicked off her clothes and climbed into the bed. She lay there naked wondering if Mark was fucking the redhead yet. She didn’t know what was worse. Watching him fuck someone else, or not knowing if he was fucking someone else. As hard as she tired, she could never just be normal on nights like this. She always wondered what was going on. . “Hmm,” I said. “You seem ... something.”“No, no, I’m good,” she said. “So, how are you?”“Okay, I guess,” I said. “Getting along a day at a time.”“Dad, I mean Father, I know you’ve heard about Marian and her ex,” she said, trying her best to steer him away from his clear suspiousosity. I guess I looked surprised that she knew that I knew about Marian and her ex.I’d sat down, and now I sagged back in my seat. She was concerned about my feelings regarding my almost new love of my life. I was.