.14:58...I stood in my room, contemplating on what just happened. I've got to be in a dream, yeah that's it. I'm sleepwalking after waiting such a lon... time for the computer to finish that dumb diagnostic test! Sighing, I slowly lumbered back to my computer desk to wait yet again. Oh, my fault... I meant I wiggled and swayed my hips back to my computer desk. (Wiggle and sway? I don't usually do that!)I stopped walking for a minute. Did I just lose the ability to walk straight? Why did I have to. I asked my husband if he could watch our daughter for a while that afternoon while I met up with Jenna, Which was fine with him. I met up with Jenna that afternoon at the coffee shop. This is when she told me she had broken up with her fiancè as they were having plenty of fights and the more they were fighting the more unfaithful she became and that she was meeting up with Martin more regularly for sex, even though it got to a point where she wasn't enjoying it that much anymore. She currently. “So, I came home this morning, and apparently Lindsey had a boy over last night.” I acted stunned as he said it. “ and it was pretty obvious that… well, they, you know did it.” That last part he said quietly so the other tables didn’t hear. It was all I could do to not choke on the bite I just took. “Surely you’re mistaken, Lindsey is so focused on school. I don’t think she would jeopardize Stanford for a boy!” I said trying to feign genuine shock. “How did you know she was going to Stanford?”. I enjoyed her company, although we spent long periods in silence, walking by the river or along the beaches at Morar, not really having much to talk about, but sharing much together. It took many weeks for me to pluck up the courage to even kiss her and in the end it had been herself who’d taken the initiative, one evening in June, as we’d stood in the doorway of the police house in Arisaig. From there we progressed to my feeling her breasts through her t shirt or top and placing my hands on.