She was homeless now. The house in Los Angeles had been sold and she hadn’t yet bought a place in Pennsylvania. The showy possessions had been aucti...ned off or donated to charity. All that remained were the few items that meant the most to her. Among them were her acting awards, a few childhood mementos, and her rock hunting gear.Hearing that Kelly had left with the children, she had stopped by to cheer up Ed, knowing how much he would miss his wife and children. Ed had arrived at home from the. In bed that night, inevitably he raised the subject again, “would you really give yourself to someone else if I asked you too?” she grinned, her pretty face lit by the bedside lamp as she kissed him and said, that “why not, under certain circumstances, but only if you really wanted me too, and we were both happy, I must admit I do dream of a bit of variety, and the thought of growing old without having at least tried to achieve, at least one of my fantasies, is daunting.” He regarded her with. I love sex and want to enjoy my sex life. I understand the reality that my hubby can’t satisfy me on the bed. But at the same time, I can’t be slut to satisfy my needs.As a working woman, I like a few colleagues at my workplace. Few of them have asked openly for sex, but I didn’t dare enough to accept the offer.Sometimes I become frustrated and desperate when I saw any romantic scene in a movie. But I hold my dark desires because my kids are growing, and I am the role model for themTime flies. Already you could feel the humidity, a notch or two higher than outside. You remove your suit jacket which you loop over your handbag before squeezing into a spot. People cram together as another announcement, barely audible, delivers an apology and something about a signal failure that is met by a collective groan. A year ago you would have known where to stand to increase the chance of being by the doors when a train finally pulls in but this seemed to be erased from your memory. Instead you.