" Did you guys have a fight or something?" I asked innocently."Would you cut the crap, Jeff. He's been here," said Lisa. "You and Iboth know it. My...guess is he's probably still here. Perhaps I shouldgo up and take a peek in that spare room of yours."I didn't know why I wasn't worried. I should have been, since Dickreally _was_ in my spare room, but I wasn't. Hell, she wanted to look... "If you think Dick's really up there, then why don't you just go upand take a look for yourself. Be my. For scholar reasons she`s living with me right now, and my mom decided to make a change in our room, she decided to change our wardrobe and our bed for a newer and more beautiful one, no big deal so far. After about 3 days without where to sleep (she was on the sofa and me without a place to sleep) I started to no-life in computer with periodical pauses to go to the kitchen, which invariably makes me through the TV Room, where the sofa is. By one of these days it was really hot in here and she. "Not until I taste every inch of the beautiful feast laid out before me," he said with heat in his eyes. He moved to her feet and tenderly cupped her heel in his hand, raising her foot to his lips. Soft kisses trailed upward. She moaned as he worked his way closer and closer to where she was aching for him, but just as she could feel his warm breath on her most delicate skin he moved away again. He started again at the other foot, repeating the process of touching every surface of her skin with. I hadn’t even known that she was unhappy. But one day when I arrived home, I found the moving van packing up and about to leave. My car packed with everything that couldn’t be packed in the moving van, my daughter in the front with my wife adjusting our son’s toddler’s booster seat belt. I was astonished. I didn’t know what to say.I asked my wife what was happening and she just said, “I found someone better.” I was dumbfounded, not understanding why? I had been with my wife for 9 years. We had.