We worked close to one another, she and I, we had lunches, and with those lunches came more private discussions. She needed to talk due to the distanc... and infrequency of the connection with her husband. I needed to talk due to the distance of my wife’s feelings and the infrequency of any intimate interaction, whether it involved sex or not. She’s Missy. Her husband is John. She’s in her 40’s, 5’2′, about 130 pounds, and the most perfect skin I’ve ever seen. She’s sassy, and at times downright. ‘I feel much happier now.’ She turned to me and smiled. ‘Thank you, Jim, thank you very much. I think I half expected you to say no when I asked you.’ I shrugged. ‘New beginnings. There’s no point in wondering about what might have been and regretting the past. Good or bad, it’s gone and there’s nothing we can do about it.’ ‘True,’ she smiled, then, in a rush, ‘How’s Cheryl?’ ‘Fine, last I heard. She went home.’ ‘You aren’t seeing each other?’ ‘No, we aren’t.’ And we never will, unless. .. uh ..."She held up her hands. One had the middle finger extended straight, theother made an O with the thumb and pointer. She put one inside theother, still staring at me.The heat in my face became a bonfire, and the memory of the instant Iresumed control of Charlene's body made my dinner contemplate aninvoluntary return. Swallowing hard, I nodded."Oh Em Gee," she said, covering her mouth with both hands. "How ... howwas it?"I sighed, unable to meet those inquiring eyes. "I came in at the. As she sat behind her desk, Tia crossed one leg over the other, and seemed to loose herself in a bit of thought. “The only thought about that is that there might be a few people that don’t want their story told.” Tia told Jamie, who nodded. “I understand, but I have to try none the less. I would rather some people know about us than think we’re just children trying to play some sort of game or trick on them.” She said, and looked over towards Erin, before looking back at Tia. “Well okay then..