When we got to there house Courtney let us in, and she was as hot in person as in her photos. But by the way James had described her, I'd expected som... obnoxious beauty queen. But she was really nice and down to earth and kind of sweet. She was wearing a white silk blouse you could see through just enough to see she was wearing a very sexy bra and a black button up skirt with black shoes. As if she didn't want to be so much taller than Lynn.We went into the family room and she'd lit several. She was pacing up and down gesturing furiously. I paused, and sipped my wine. I told her I could understand her feelings, but that I wasn't sure I was the right person to talk to. I grew up in the 60's and 70's with the atmosphere of 'Free Love' and birth control, pre-AIDS, etc., and I believe every person views sex differently. She interrupted me saying that if she couldn't get past this need for revenge, she felt her marriage was over. I joked and said, 'Would screwing me fit the bill? I've. Her name was Katya and she was Polish (still had the accent). Fast forward -but only two days and two lunches later and I'm at her place (a very upscale condo) and she asked me to take a shower while she got ready. I lied in bed and waited anxiously until she appeared from her dressing room in a light green see through teddy. I was almost shaking from excitement. Her skin was wrinkled with age and when I touched her she was so so so soft. I remembered the line from Pulp Fiction about what we're. Five or more years. Our relationship had dissolved as I dived into my makeup idea.And now I was so lonely. Everything had gone wrong.I closed the door behind me. My shoulders trembled as I leaned against it. I stared down at my gray blouse, my pearl necklace tight about my throat. I shifted my hips, my black skirt rustling. I stared at my calves, my shoes. My vision grew blurry.Hot tears fell down my delicate cheeks. My shoulders shook worse, the sobs coming. Why couldn't my employees at least.