"If I divide x by the square root of x what do I have?" She gulped and went to speak before she turned to Sarah. "Tell her, Sarah." Square root of x?"...Root of x," our teacher barked and threw the paper onto the chair of my friend. "Sit down." She turned to Jason and had Sarah explain his error, and then worked her way around the class."And Sarah," she shouted, turning to my friend who squeezed my hand under the table. "If you know all this," she asked, "all of the answers to your friend's. You'd try not to react too much when you realise what's going on and you're thankful that you're in early before anyone else. You'd be drawn between being enormously turned on and wondering how the fuck you get both yourself and myself out of this situation. I'd whisper to you to relax, that everything's taken care of, and my fingers would reach the underside of your thigh before rolling over it and continuing the path towards your increasingly wet cunt. My hands would push your thighs wider. If I had a penny for every time I've second-guessed myself for going ahead with the divorce, I'd never have to work again for the rest of my life.I know Diane would love to have me come back. When I picked up my daughters, Amy and Marsha, on Christmas morning they told me they could hear their mother quietly crying in her bedroom the night before. It was the first Christmas Eve since we met, that we were not together. I didn't tell the kids but she wasn't the only one crying that night.What's. That sexy voice sounded so sweet. At times, I tried to forget her relationship with Sarah, wishing I had her all to myself, listening to her coo in my ear."About what?" I came back to reality."What Sarah and I do?"I shook my head. Maybe I was an asshole, after all. "Do what? Like, as in É" Sex." Yeah, that. Well, I guess you just do what you can with what you have available." I'd never actually seen Lois and Sarah making out with each other, though they'd hold hands at times, hug once in awhile.