On more than one occasion, it had become an apology for one of the many arguments that the couple had throughout their years together. Things weren’... always perfect and there were a lot of ups and downs, but a well placed rose at the right time seemed to jolt the two of them back to what was important: each other. They had never bought each other a gift for Valentine’s Day or their wedding anniversary. Elizabeth said that each day together was a gift in itself, so it had become his tradition to. In the morning, I thought I might have dreamed the whole thing. The trash had a used condom. I was sure that was Kristin’s scent on my sheets. The leftover Chinese food seemed to prove it really happened.At first, I thought I had imagined the soft knocking. My heart was pounding when I heard it again as I walked toward the door. This better not be the landlord I thought as I swung it open. It was Kristin, her eyes red, her cheeks wet with tears.Her smile told me what I wanted to know. She ran. ..........................................."So, how longs it been since you wore a butt plug?"??????? Where the hell did that come from? "What's that, honey?" Iasked."I said, how long...has it been...since you wore...a butt plug?"Janice replied."I don't know what you're talking about, baby," I stuttered."Oh come off it! You know you have several butt plugs and dildoes andother interesting things as well," she challenged, "I found yoursecret stash. You have some pretty interesting apparrel. "AHHHHHOOOWWWWWW!" she cried out and went limp. "We are done, Rebecca," I said and hugged her. I lifted her head gently by her chin. She turned her head and shut her eyes tight. “Please look at me, Rebecca.” She sobbed and shook her head. “Why?” I asked her. Through deep sobs and in a small voice she replied, “I don’t want you to see my like this.” “You have never looked more beautiful to me, Rebecca. Please, look at me.” She slowly turned her head and opened her tear filled eyes. .