Natalie stood with one arm around Harrison’s slim waist as she sipped coffee from the porcelain mug she had brought from the house. As they watched ...enny on her new bike, she took the opportunity to snuggle against his chest. He put one arm around her shoulders and hugged her. He smiled at her and it made her feel very safe. She could make out a faint smell of his aftershave – it was nice. It was cool this morning and she had worn Harrison’s sweatshirt as her ‘cooking breakfast’ outfit. She. Take another sip of tea, it really helps.” You reach into your pocket and pull out your cell phone. I squint seeing you flip through it.“Look!” you start, “I've deleted the recording from the night at your house.” You point to your phone's screen, it's blank. You start explaining your motives. How when you caught me fucking myself you wondered what was happening with me. How you hadn't had sex in a while just like me, even thou I'm married. How you took the chance to Seize the Day. You wanted. Handel. Bach."I glanced sideways at her. "Yes. And several others." Bert was all about country music. Or rock. Depended on whether he was doing weed or liquor. Very conventional, was Bert." Bert," I repeated."My ex." Your ex," I said."Ex ex ex ex ex," she muttered like a mantra. "Ex ex EX ex ex." She sighed. "If there was device that I could implant in my brain so that if I ever again entertained the thought of going back to THAT, it would explode, I'd get one tomorrow." Sounds final." Is. I wanted it to be perfect. I used an old family recipe for the pasta sauce that my mom gave me. It takes hours of simmering to get it just right and a few Italian seasonings. Pasta was bought off the shelf, but I made the bread from scratch and I got a bottle of wine that was recommended to me from my aunt.Phyllis showed up right on time. She was taken aback with the effort I put in to dinner. Everything was ready so I sat her down, poured her a glass of wine and presented her with a salad of.