Wilson shouldn't worry about that. He knew how far I would go to protect him.He knew where I kept the keys to the office, so he could set up there tem...orarily. He might do that if his apartment was to small. He would most likely want to be hidden away."Happy when you talk to Wilson, if he goes for it, give him the cell number you have for me." I figured he would want to talk to me about something or other. The way it stood now, I had given him all the computer equipment but kept the. Monica and I had never argued in the past, but now it seemed that no matter what I said, or did, it was wrong. Arguments became the norm rather than the exception. When our lovemaking went from three times a week to maybe once every three weeks, I began to give her a hard time about it. On night, after an unpleasant exchange, Monica informed me that if I was that horny, to go into the bathroom and use my hand, it erupted into the worst fight of our fifteen-year marriage. I wasn’t a total. Ellie was in her usual conservative office wear: plain black pants, sensible black shoes, plain white blouse. None of it did much to flatter her forty year old body, with the loose blouse effectively hiding her small breasts and the pants concealing the legs that Ellie secretly thought were her best feature. In the dim light of the pub she couldn’t see the faint lines that marked her face, especially when she tilted her head forward to let her shoulder-length light brown hair swing forward. . .." And here I was thanking youfor getting me out of Thursday night, Kayla... I angrily think tomyself."Her place is TINY," I explain. "...Maybe some other time." Eh, fair enough," Lauren says, returning her attention to the TV. "Seeyou tomorrow, Steph." I grin as I leave the flat and head to thenearest McDonalds, quickly completing what is now an automated changefrom 'Stephanie's clothes into 'Steve's clothes. It actually feelsstrange not to have any make-up on my face, or a bra pulling on.