The boredom of such long periods leftalone had led directly to her starting an affair with her tennis coach afew weeks back."Hi honey, your dinner is ...arming in the oven. Do you want me to bring itthrough into the lounge?" Jasmine called out."Yeah Jas, just let me take my shoes and jacket off and I'll be backdown," Marcus replied heading off up the stairs. Jasmine sighed. It waslikely going to be a normal Friday night of boring small talk about theirweek over dinner followed by a pretend. He was a rather large man in his late twenties or early thirties. His skin was tanned dark from many hours of working in the sun. He wore the blue jeans, boots, work shirt, and huge belt buckle that were the norm in this area of the country.The man spoke, saying, “Howdy, neighbor!”John replied, “Hello.”“You moved in across the street from my place.”“Oh. Let me introduce myself. I’m John Carter,” John said as he extended his hand.The big man grabbed the hand and replied, “I’m Ed Biggers.”“Nice. I reached her house, she was looking amazing, and she was wearing a tight shirt and a long skirt. Oh, I still remember how she smelled like sweet blossoms. She showed her house around, we chatted had snacks but by that time the only thing in my mind was to kiss and lick her from her head to toe. I saw her PC and asked her to see porn with me, she was hesitant but agreed. I made her sit on my lap and played a video but she didn’t seem much inclined and asked me to turn it off.She said, let’s be. ‘It must be something,’ he countered. ‘You never do this. I’ve known you for how many years now? And we’ve split this place for almost three years. I’ve never seen you up all night.’ She looked exhausted. ‘It’s all right. I just haven’t wanted to go to bed yet.’ ‘I’m your boyfriend, remember?’ He smiled. ‘You have to tell me. That’s what couples do.’ Connie felt a lump form in her throat. He wasn’t her boyfriend, they were just ‘rehearsing,’ as Simon had once called it. Sometimes she forgot,.