Lisa began to light a cigarette. "Smoke?" She motioned the cigarette towards me. I don't normally smoke, but I guess one could say this was a special ...ccasion.I took the cigarette and she lit it for me. "Thanks," I said, coughing."Sounds like someone is a lightweight," she said taking a puff.I laughed as if I didn't hear her. "Any plans tonight Ms. Lisa?" Just having dinner and maybe a movie by myself. What about you?" she asked, flicking her cigarette over the railing."Same as you," I said,. I asked her for her phone number and she gave it to me.The next night was the poker night gangbang and it went pretty much like the first poker game only with some differences. We did the usual eat out Bonnie after her being fucked scene and then as we played cards the guys talked about how hot my wife was and how lucky I was to have a babe like that. About five hands into the game one of the guys asked where she was and I muttered:"In the bedroom." Why is she there? She should be getting us. Every time. There would be a text, a text from Heather. She wrote one of two things. Either a smiley face, or ‘I miss you.’ I prayed every night, sometimes crying, that God would take Heather away from my thoughts, as I could not think of anyone else. Eventually, I stopped hearing from her. She stopped sending me pictures of her and her son. I heard stories about how her boyfriend, the pro ball player, and she were so happy. I also heard another side, about how when they were together there. Adrian asked if she was going home from work, or on a date to cook at her boyfriend’s house. He had quickly thought of a way to see if she had a boyfriend and he was pleased with himself. She suddenly she remembered where she’d seen him before, she’d seen him in her apartment building on the upper east side of New York City. He’d been in the lobby waiting for a car to pick him up. He had on a nice suit, snazzy purple tie and he smelled intoxicating and he’d dropped one of his presentation.