One day a new number message my phone saying that person was in the same shape as me and we used to swing together. After a few text messages I figure... out it was a guy that we would swing with and his wife had kicked him out. Since they had not been to my place he was wondering if he could just hide out there from the craziness. Which he was a little older than me, I was in my mid 30s and he was in his mid 40s. I was thinking worse case is she would end up coming over and we would split roast. Everyone staring atme holding a purse...the last of my masculinity slipping away, in frontof the world. I'm a FUCKING MAN!My wife has my dick, her silly little dicklette, locked up. I can'tremember what it looks like, what a real orgasm feels like. I becomeaware of my stockings. The events of the night playing over and over inmy mind. I fight back tears...a lump in my throat I can't push down. FUCKI'm going to start crying in front of all these people. And then.And then a sense of peace begins. Luckily, she was available for dinner.Brenda worked in the registrar's office. She was a good-looking woman in her late forties, tall and trim. She had divorced years before, and, according to her, was looking for husband number two. I had my doubts. She had a biting wit that occasionally overflowed into bitterness, and she was very fond of her independence."Hi, Mitch. I see you did not freeze in the cold white north. You do look rather pale, though. Why you go north in winter I will never. We didn’t even know what we were doing, but to us it was everything. It was the most wonderful thing in the world, but then I met Paco, and everything changed for me. The last thing I ever wanted to do was break that boy’s fine heart, but it happened anyway.’ Leona’s beautiful eyes looked so sad as she continued, ‘Since then, I’ve worn that guilt and never showed it to Will because though he’s never said a word, I’ve watched all of this happen – I was somebody else who he thought he wasn’t good.