Mr. Latin was really cute but couldn't dance very well & he kept stepping on my toes. I actually was enjoying this as he was such a good sport about i.... So I tweaked my dancing to just be a bit more sensual & by slowing it down he could "keep up."For some reason when we returned to the bar our demeanor changed. He began looking at me with a smoky intensity that started arousing me.At this point his friends & mine were at the bar. He ordered me a drink & when the barstool next to us cleared he. ‘what a terrible thing to expose a child to…’ ‘was a miracle he didn’t kill them both…’ ‘drunk as a skunk, your Honor’ Someone said the words ‘very brave young man’ and my mother put her arm around me and held me tight. She was crying. Minutes later and after much more incoherent adult-speak, the judge’s gavel fell and we were free to go. As my mother drove us home in her old brown Pinto station wagon, not a word was said between us. Time passed by inevitably as it always does, and along came a. With a nervous gulp, Michael glanced first at Aldrech and then himself before starting towards the mirror. "I... I..." Michael stumbled, staring at the reflection in the mirror with stunned disbelief. The person in the mirror wasn't the thin middle aged man that he was used to seeing. Instead, it was an extremely different reflection, having very little in common except for the somewhat similar clothes. Instead, it was the reflection of a very cute young Asian woman in her early twenties,. "It might not have mattered if he did care. He had no time to express an opinion.With his workouts added to his school work, he was exhausted much of the time.His feelings for me hadn't changed. We cuddled every night. But he rarely had the energy for more than that.Wasn't this supposed to happen ten to fifteen years down the road when he was fighting to reach his appropriate level of management and I was running around after the kids while trying to have a career?If this was what marriage was.