I was already inside, so I was ‘stuck’ in the situation, but I wanted to at least know what I had just volunteered for. ‘Divorce.’ ‘Um… ...uh?’ ‘Here.’ She led the way to the adjacent office, and I recognized it as her office from the picture on the desk of her with a nice-looking young man and a beautiful baby girl sitting on his lap, the girl clearly having the woman’s hair and freckles and the man’s eyes and skin color. She closed the door behind us, and I turned to her, confused, wary. . There's absolutely no reason to be depressed, Pam told herself as she sipped her third cup of coffee and idly flicked the pages of the Sunday Times she had picked up at a newsstand the night before.Bix lay stretched out on the yellow tile floor, sunning himself after having consumed his light morning snack. She looked down at his furry black body and smiled to herself, pleased with his loyalty and doubly pleased with the way he never failed to excite her, knowing almost instinctively what to do. “Slowly,” Tracy whispered, and like a worshiper in front of their goddess, I sank to my knees on the bed, right between her calves, and bent forward with held breath. I wrote something about mystical experiences at the beginning of my retelling, and mystical rapture was what I felt when my fingers were allowed to unveil her soft, toned thighs. Inch by inch I slid down the seams and drank in her perfection, heart beating like mad and giddy excitement mixing with the magic of the moment and. Casually I watched as she watched me. My suspicious mind wandered as she covered her lower body with a comforter as she let her eyes meet mine. Mary sort of smiled a weird smile as her face glowed sitting there so close to the Christmas tree. I always had found her alluringly sexual but never as much as she was right then. Standing, she neatly folded the comforter, and walked about the room thanking the various relatives and saying her goodbyes. Oddly, when she came to me she bent close and.