A reminder of where he had been. The shower was still wet from when he had cleansed himself only an hour before, removing any traces of my perfume, my...taste, my mark. I was the other woman. I was the one he fucked like a whore before going home and tucking his children into bed. Guilt, shame, and anger mixed together in my blood. I had been so effortlessly wrapped around his touch. His taste. His smell. I was the other woman. * “Stewart, why don’t you kiss me?” I tease, as we twirl around in. One day I’ll walk into the bedroom and start to undress and she’ll say, ‘Let’s play canasta.’ It will all be over.”“I think sex stimulates different brain-centers than games,” I guessed. “You make it good for her, don’t you? I mean, Kelly...”“I screwed things up so badly with Kelly. Shit. I still feel like I owe her an apology or ten. I’m never going to treat Dee like that. We downloaded a book.”“What kind of book?”“How to sexually satisfy your partner and have a lifelong sexual relationship.. It was a beautiful summer’s day and most students were too busy very sensibly enjoying the fine weather to waste time working, so the library was very quiet. But Elspeth was there, working furiously on an essay that (she had realised as she drove back on Tuesday) had to be in the following Monday, which, with her weekend committed, meant in effect that she had to write it from scratch in two and a half days. There was a large open area on the ground floor with desks equipped with computer. .. but it scares the hell out of me to be doing this.-Dont you want it? Dont you want me to slide inside of you...isnt that what you wished for?Just hearing him talk like this...what is he doing to my body... I can no longer seem to gain control over it. Hey...what?!?! I wished for it? I look at him inquiring silently about what he meant. He laughs.-What you dont think I know you want it?My cheeks flush...what is he talking about? What does he know about it? -You're talking about the time with.