The magazine article passed the time while I waited for my meal and made interesting reading.Since the start of the last war, I had never watched film... at picture houses, like I regularly used to as a child. Now the flickering lights disturb me, always taking my mind back to the time I was wounded and stuck in no-man’s land with bullet wounds in both legs and the continual silent flashes of the guns.My hearing had gone when a shell had landed close by, the blast and shrapnel ripping through my. “Johnny, what are you doing?” I said softly looking down at him…“What do you think I’m doing? He answered in surprise.Suddenly he laughed as he pulled me around in front of him, moving his other hand up my skirt and grabbing my naked buttocks as he pulled me between his thighs. His large hands caressed my ass cheeks as he leaned up and kissed me hard. “Wait, I can’t do this. Remember I am a married woman…” I warned him.He smiled and stood up; pulling my body up hard against him and grinding his. “How can you look so feminine, almost delicate with me the way we did Monday at dinner, and yet fuck like a linebacker and love it?” “Tell me more, talk to me. You may be on to something.” Laura put that suggestion on the table between nibbles at her meal. “You were the one who insisted I wear a tux to dinner. I’ve never seen you in such a feminine, dressy dress.” “And?” “I understand Formal Dress Expected on invitations; that’s why I have a good tuxedo. No woman had ever hinted, let alone. "Honey , Im late...can we talk about this some other time?" Ned smacked a kiss on his beautiful wives full lips and grabbed his crossword and left.Jin stood in the same spot and wondered about how fast her husband could do that and if he really even loved her at all.They had not had sex in a year or so and when they did she remembered it to be somewhat of a disaster. Ned had only pleased himself when they did have sex, leaving her to her own devices to satisfy her needs.She was 43 but just.