A big puff of air came from Michael when he was allowed into the house.All Michael wanted to do was change out of his clothes, get something toeat and...hopefully fall asleep even though it was considerable early.Michael will be doing all that, but just not how pleasantly as he wantsit to be. Ms. Hartwell came in with the bags and forced Michael up thestairs. He had a hard time ascending the stairs in heels. Slowly, butsurely Michael was able to get to the top of the stairs in no time evenat the. Did you bring them all the way from Boston?" No," I laughed. "I work for the Army, up in Brussels. We have our own supermarket, called a PX. They have all the good stuff from home." You're in the military?"I nodded, and offered her the open bag. She reached into it with barely restrained gusto."So what do you do there? Or is it one of those secret things?" I'm a linguist. I work for the U.S. Liaison at NATO headquarters." Sounds important," she said around a mouthful of pretzel bites."Not. "Thank you" she grinned, "I'll look forward to it"Over dinner she confided in me that men like me were the reason she'd never married,"I think my sex drive would be too high for most men" she laughed, "And my kinks too numerous" So I've not discovered all of your kinks yet?" Oh God no" she laughed, "Not even close" Tell me about them" I'll tell you later, in bed" she teased, "It'll be more fun" Minx" I laughed with her and then suggested that we went to my house where we could drink champagne. He could almost feel her nails digging into his back as she reached her orgasm. He turned to look out the window and once more said aloud, “dumbass!” He wanted to wipe all memory of his ex-wife from his mind. At first he was indignant about her affair and wasted no time in hiring an attorney. His first thoughts were that she had betrayed him. He was working for their future and she only thought of herself. It wasn’t until after the divorce was final that he came to the realization that it was.