I tried to move my head slightly so that my eyelids didn't let through quite so much glare, in the hope of getting back to sleep for a while. My stirr...ng unfortunately woke Sheila, who rolled over and opened her eyes, staring at me for a moment as her brain caught up with being conscious, then smiling as she saw me. Then her body made its needs known, and she grimaced."Oooh! I do need a wee! Blast! I was so comfortable!"She flicked the sheet back so that she could get out of bed, suddenly. Had we been in a relationship it would have been the last thing I'd wanted to hear but that was never going to happen and, therefore, I wanted her to tell me what a filthy slut she was and damn she was filthy. As she did with me, she often went out for the night and if a guy caught her eye it was only going to go one way. I had once asked her what she would do if one of these one night stands shot their load into her and left before ensuring she was satisfied. I had hoped she would say "ask you. We had meals out together, nights in and out in fact everything a normal couple would do, but we weren’t a couple. A friend said to us that we acted like an old married couple. Not long after Alison broached the subject of what our friend had said about us being an old married couple and I thought she is going to back off. It turned out not to be the case. The night that followed I will remember for the rest of my life. Our c***dren were staying at relatives on this particular Saturday night.. .. I felt as plain as I looked. A few moments of silence passed by before either of us said anything. I stood in the middle of his living room... such an elegant room. I couldn’t find any words to say. Even still, I could feel his eyes on me. As the distressing moments swept by, I took it upon myself to speak first. I turned to face him and began “Riccardo listen...” in that instant, he shut me up by putting his lips on mine. I felt myself breaking. The mere touch of his skin on mine was.