" I'll wait." Herb assured Nancy."You're a good man, Herb. I'm going to need a long rest. Thanks again." No, I thank you. It's pretty miserable to pas... the winter without someone to talk to." Well, this is costing you money so I'd better ring off. See you soon," Nancy felt a lot better talking to him."Bye Nancy," he said.After Phil's death, Nancy took up smoking again. She asked for and received her old job at Hooters back. She took off her wedding ring and stored it in one of her little velvet. Several weeks ago, while taking a detour around road construction, Gillian and I ran across an Adult theater. A wooden fence that provided some anonymity for the theater’s patrons when going from the parking lot to the theater surrounded it. A neon sign with the name Cinema 1 was glowing above the entrance. Gillian and I both had looked curiously and chatted the rest of the way home what it might be like to go visit. When we got home, I told Gillian that I would go check it out and if it seemed. I stood for a moment more before turning and left, still thinking of my red-haired Goddess.That night as Megan, my wife, and I were fixing dinner I told her about the girl. Yeah, I know. 'You told your wife, you idiot.' Yeah, I told her. We decided long ago that it was better for me to tell her about my appreciation for beautiful women than to hide it. Hiding one thing turns into hiding many things. It is a rot in a relationship. She would rather have me admit to my wandering eye than turn our. "Well, maybe I did," I said. "I don't fucking know anymore."Karen leaned over and hugged me softly. "It's okay," she whispered. I was suddenly overwhelmed with depression, and I placed my head on her shoulder. Her blouse was cool and silky, and her long dark hair smelled like apple blossoms. She held me close with her arms, and even though I knew it was wrong, it felt very right. I moved my lips to her throat and kissed it softly. Karen started rubbing my back and I kissed her neck again. She.