She smiled at me and said, "Roger Marcum. He is my boyfriend that I've been seeing for a few months. Is he the man you thought he was?" she asked me."...es," I replied, "But not the man I thought he was. We've been married going on five years."She dropped her drink as Roger approached the table. When he saw me he said, "Marsha, what are you doing here?"I replied, "That's a question I should be asking you. Where's the rest of your group?" I can explain, Marsha, just give me a moment." I've given. Thomas, I’m Brian Stevens, I am here to see Jasmin.” I said nervously.“I know who you are son. I have watched you play for the last three years, Jasmine’s a cheerleader so her Mother and I never miss a game.” he responded, “Please come in.”I stepped into his home, he closed the door behind me and ushered me into the family room where his wife was sitting reading a book. I could see where Jasmin’s good looks came from, her Mother was a very attractive woman.“Honey, you know Brian, he is here to. They made their way slowly to the door, not wanting the evening to end. They slipped out the door and to the sidewalk, where there were cabs waiting to take guests home. Alex was half hoping that he would ask her home, but she wasn’t that kind of girl. That kiss though, just the thought of it sent tingles down her spine. ‘I suppose this is where I leave you, my sweet Alexandria.’ Mark’s voice once again wrapped around her and she shivered, partly disappointed and partly relieved. ‘I suppose it. Tossing the ruined shovel to the ground, I lifted my hand and twisted my wedding ring off my finger. Throwing it at her as if were a piece of grabage that needed to be taken out, I told her in a calm, flat voice, ‘I want you out of the house when I get home tomorrow. Don’t wait on me and try to explain. Don’t ever try to call either. I don’t want to see or hear from you again.’ It was the hardest, and yet the easiest, thing I’d ever done in my life. Without another word, I turned and walked.