It killed her, but she really didn’t have a choice. I would never live in my house again, so she had to buy me out or put it on the market. She near...y blew a gasket when I let her know if it went up for sale I refused to let her handle it. The icing on the cake? She had to sell her sailboat and the Mustang to raise the money to buy my half. Despite keeping it quiet, rumors circulate, and she was soon having a very hard time getting listings. Too bad. I moved away when the divorce was final.. " I hadn't noticed it before, but Sean had a faintly British accent. "I asked 'im why and 'e just said 'e'd changed 'is mind. I asked if it was someone else and 'e 'ung up on me. Then 'e blocked my mobile number." He whirled back on Yann. "There! Now, who is it?" John." Yann said simply."John who?" Sean asked. Then he looked at me again and, apparently noticed the similarities in Yann and my current appearance. He turned on his ex-lover. "Your boss!? You told me 'e was straight!" He was wrong.". She wondered what had gotten into her? Had she become some kind of sex manic? A pervert almost? She found herself thinking about being watched in the hot tub by the mystery man. Did he really know what she had been up to? No, of course he didnt! How could he possibly know, as she was submerged, all apart from her head and shoulders. However, she thought, there was absolutely no covering up the huge orgasms that she had experienced, courtesy of the air jets. Orgasms that he ex-husbands average. Felicity looked around her room in amazement. It was huge. A large four poster bed stood against one wall between two sets of French doors. On the other side of the doors, she saw a balcony with table and chairs. She had her own private bath and a softly padded chaise. It was all so opulent compared to what she was accustomed to.She decided to unpack later and rooted around in her suitcase for a swimsuit. She picked the jade green one-piece suit, liking the way it fit her and the way her.