Isn't that how dreams went? Even bad dreams? "No thank you."He sat back again and stared at me for a few minutes more. "Okay, then," he said, finally...."You're looking to get a divorce, is that right?" Yes," I responded, still with that wooden feeling. Why else would I come here? This wasn't a social call. The inane chatter only helped to solidify my feeling of hope; this had to be a nightmare, now."Hard thing, getting divorced," he said quietly. Even dreaming, I got the feeling that he was. She was shivering badly and there was not a blanket there. I cant understand what to do. Now I had seen her properly, she was looking beautiful, she had a 36- 24-36 figure. She was wearing a shawl by which she was covering her breast to thighs. I can see her uncovered arms and neck.As she was shivering, i hugged her to feel her warm. She hold me thightly from my back. Now I cant able to control my feeling, I hold her on to her neck and kissed her on her cheeks then her neck and then on her. I'd bet $100 here cunt was already wet, but she'd never in a million years admit that. Instead, as per usual, she shimmied off her tight jeans (no panties), and then made a show of parting her thighs and immediately squirting baby oil on her slit. Laying on her back, on top of the covers, she spread her legs wide, feet arched erotically with toes pointing. Then she placed her arms above her head on the pillows, palms up, a position of total surrender."Fuck me, Steve," she urged, her voice. With one last gaze at my reflection, I turn and walk out the door. Ten minutes later I step into one of my favorite bars, The Drunken Muse. I make my way to the bar, on a Friday night it gets so crowded it can be hard to move, and as I walk I feel bodies colliding with mine and occasionally a drunken hand caressing my ass. I smile to myself and continue walking until I reach the bar. Finding a seat at the far end I take a breath and observe my surroundings. There is a woman completely passed.