I closed the bedroom door, stood at the foot of the bed naked, holding two glasses of wine and waited for her to come upstairs. I heard muffled laught...r and what sounded like a herd of horses coming up the stairs as they burst through the bedroom door. Yes, I said they; Lisa and her boss Rick.Do you know how long 4.75 seconds is? It's like one huge gasp as your eyes meet hers, or three beats of a broken heart but just enough time to kill a romantic mood and trash a marriage.It took Lisa's brain. .but I wanted to make you happy...I feel so useless, Kirsty.. that's thetruth, I do...I'm never going to walk again, I'm like this for life..and its sohard for me to get an erection...." There was pain in his voice now. "I honestly don'tthink you can help me with that.."Now I felt guilty. I'd knownall my life that my dodgy little kink would offend someone sooner or later."No,"I said,"I can help you. I will..."And I sat up and slid hisshirt open. I was surprised? to see hisbody was unmarked. He. ” I could hardly get it out my heart was beating so. “I know. This is crazy. I just wanted to see you a second. I’ve thought about you all night.” “Where is he?” The fact that she had a husband wasn’t lost on me. “At home asleep. He doesn’t work today and neither of them will wake up for hours. I moved my car so he will think I’ve already gone to work.” Even though the whole thing scared the crap out of me, it was less than thirty seconds before we kissed. After that, I guess we were both like. A sugar daddy. Who could that be, though? Did men still do that for ladies if they had the cash to spend on them? Monica sure hoped so, because she didn’t have as many life skills as she used to have. She didn’t know as much as she used to know, but she knew enough to know that fact itself.There was another problem, too. She was pregnant and confident that the baby was her own father’s. At long last, she had defeated her biological clock and proven fertile after all. Who would want a single mom.