Not once had she mentioned to any member of her family the reason for her divorce from Paul. Even Darbie didn’t know, and she knew everything about ...eely. They had all assumed that she had valid reasons for the divorce since nothing she did was half-cocked, and they respected her privacy. That was the great thing about her family: they were always supportive without prying. ‘I know you’ve wondered why I decided to leave Paul out of the blue and why I have refused contact with Jessica. I know. ." I rambled like an idiot, trying to find the words Ineeded to say. Problem was, I didn't know exactly what to say.Tracy laughed and shook her head. Then she walked around me, coming tostop back in her starting point."You turned out great, by the way," she said, sounding just a tiny bitjealous. "I just never got the impression you were like that." Like what?" I asked, trying to keep my voice from squeaking. I feltlike I was being judged and graded in a competition that I not onlydidn't realize. Just a nice, pleasant temperature that would rejuvenate me, help me to relax and maybe distract me from the strange empty sensation I was experiencing.I took off my T-shirt and panties (both plain white cotton, all I could stand wearing in this weather) and stepped into the stall. The water cascading around my shoulders felt like a song. The odd ache I was feeling began to pass as I rubbed my shoulders and my breasts as the water fell all around me. I took the shampoo bottle and squeezed some. I never refused and I always made it available, but I had long given up going after it. He had more excuses as to why he wasn't up to it than the most frigid woman on her worst day. I've never understood it. Not to bang my own drum, but I know I'm a great looking, desirable woman and I can't understand why he would rather be in his den, sitting in front of his computer, looking at porn and fisting himself than being in bed with me and enjoying the real thing. No matter. If he didn't want it I.