It felt completely natural. I awoke still in his arms. ‘The news just finished. I think you need to get some sleep,’ he said. ‘I guess you’re ...ight.’. I stretched. I yawned. But first I needed a nice kiss, a nice, long kiss. What did I say about lacking passion? It wasn’t as long as I would have liked. He pulled away. ‘You need your sleep. We can do this again.’ ‘Tomorrow?’ ‘Tomorrow.’ ‘Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.’ That’s from Shakespeare someplace. I’m sure Jeff could tell me. That’s. Even when he had more than enough ideas to take him throughthe year, he continued to return to the shop every chance he had. Hereveled in the kindness, warmth and good humor of the women heencountered.One fateful evening, Diane asked Erica to join her after closing for acup of coffee."Eric, please tell me if I'm just being a nosy female, but there'ssomething I want to ask you."He smiled warily and said, "Go ahead and ask. I might not answer, but goahead and ask." How come a great guy like you. I think it would have killed him if he found out I had been seduced by a younger man. I hate to think what he would have done had he known my lover was black.We agreed to take counseling and I committed myself to trying to make our marriage work. He swore was going to change jobs so that he would not be traveling all the time and, most importantly, we were talking about having another baby. I was very happy, and excited about trying to get back in touch with the man I loved and had married. I. Soon after, I was naked on the floor beside him. He gripped my arms and pulled me close to him. His strong but gentle hands were working me over from head to toe, I was as willing as a wanton whore now and refused to judge what I was about to do, as I should know better. I felt mesmerized when I realized there were now more than one pair of hands working me over and the other pair weren’t mine. Our friend was the other pair of hands. The caressing of oils massaged my body and I.