I stayed married to his friend but there was never excitement or passion in our marriage. I wondered if this was the way it was supposed to be. I wasn...��t happy and I would spend my empty hours on the internet in chat rooms looking for something that was missing in my life. I met someone there and we had an extended affair..the sex was good but I never saw what I was looking for in his eyes. Then a a few months ago on a cold January night…spending yet another boring evening at home with my. It was opened to all who wanted to go in and the girls took a collection before going on stage. Occasionally they had ‘amateur’ night and any woman was allowed to go on stage. To be honest some were drunk and awful, whilst others were very sexy. After I started to fuck my friend I went back to the pub and saw they still had the odd amateur night. I suggested she take part but she wouldn’t. What I fantasised about was that I would enter the pub on my own and buy a pint and watch the show. She. He sat up and felt dizzy and disorientated. From outside the cabin he heard two women talking. “What did you think of our breakfast?” “Oh, I loved it. I think the chef is even better on this cruise than the last cruise we were on.” “Yes, I agree with you. He’s really good, isn’t he?”Their voices faded away as they walked on. But why were they talking about breakfast? Which must mean that Mike had slept for 16 hours. How was that possible? He looked at the bottles containing the drinks he and. I had decided to take some time off from city life and gather my wits, maybe do some introspective thinking and choose a different vocation. Teaching hadn't worked out very well so far; it might be time to change direction.I stopped at Bloomington and spent a few days with Mom, sleeping late and shopping. She was in her late 50's and frail-looking, more so now that she was alone. She suggested I go to our cabin, and I agreed it might be the perfect place. I repacked the Jeep with the essentials.