He had to set up hispocketbook. He took out his wallet and placed his money, various cards, keys, and hisnow useless identification in his pink synthe...ic leather purse. He didn'thave any makeup, but he did have a brush, so he placed it in his bag aswell. He placed some change in the change purse that was attached to theinside of his bag. With the contents of his purse put together, he placedthe strap of the bag on his shoulder and walked to the mirror hanging onthe wall to check himself out one. I know I smelled like her perfume though, because her scent on me created little smiles the rest of the day as I tried to work and keep my mind off Leanna. I had determined early on that I wasn’t going to rush anything with Leanna, she is a sweet person and I had no intention of hurting her or getting ourselves into a situation where we were in trouble in our marriages. Because of that, we were able to be together a few times a week during lunch times and we were getting adept at knowing how. Debbie just smiled and took my hand.'What do you think of her then Mike?' I asked. 'Would she and I be acceptable in the group?''Fuck yes!' exclaimed Mike, 'Both of you would be most welcome.'I went on to say that neither of us had had sex with anyone else in the four years of marriage and that we hadn't had sex before the wedding night, which was a disaster.I then reached across and started to unbutton Debbie's top, slowly undoing the buttons and revealing her bra and lovely small but firm. "Oh, Leslie. You don't have any idea how much I need that man. How amazed I am that he loves me. And how afraid I am that he'll wake up one of these days and take a good look at me and decide he can do better. Or that someone else will come along before we get married. Oh God. I don't know what I'd do without him."This was the most she'd said to me since before Wes got run over. Yeah, I'm able to say he got run over. Things change."Mom? Would you like to sit down and talk?" Oh, Honey. Could.