It was feminine and looked dressy to him, not one of those long ones that you wrap around your neck three times and it still drags on the ground.He ca...ried it to church Christmas Eve, and Marilyn was there. She sat with her family, though. After service, he gave it to her. She thanked him nicely.When he and Dad had Christmas the next day, the first one that they had celebrated on the day for a long time, he not only got gifts from Dad and from everyone in San Diego, he got a lovely tie clasp. ‘I don’t leave my email as all you writers are above us that read your stories.’ Tom had no problem with anonymous commentary, but this one hurt a little. He never viewed himself as being ‘better’ that anyone on Literotica, especially not his readers. ‘Darn shame to think that if it was not for us readers you would not be writing on here! If I could write I would at least say:’Thanks’ to those who left a comment, but I am not and you all are! Too bad.’ Tom finished reading the email and sat. He wanted to say something rude about coming into his house uninvited, but the sight of her caught him off guard.Then again, Josh was happy to see her, and maybe ask her a few questions about what was going on between them. Confused still, he took a chair from the kitchen table turned it to face her and sat down."I didn't know I left the door open. Is it common to walk into people's houses to make them breakfast?"Shay turned around from the stove again. "I just thought you might like some down. "Eric made a note to see about "meeting" the wife. She might make a tasty little diversion from his usual clientele. Since getting his graduate degrees, Eric had settled into a very profitable and "satisfying" career as a psychologist in Los Angeles. Just as he had planned, the vast majority of his patients, including two starlets and a major studio diva, were voluptuous women, who he bedded with regularity. He was literally surrounded by attractive women who trusted him. In return, he betrayed.