We don’t even have a joint bank account! I use the checks I make as my personal spending money. Frank takes care of all the bills. Oh my God! The ho...se and even my car are in his name! Does love make everybody turn stupid?I shook my head. Divorce was out. There was no way I could afford an attorney good enough to break that damn prenuptial, even if Frank’s affairs were brought before a sympathetic judge that would see them as grounds to end our marriage. I hated to even think about the legal. First period on Tuesday mornings was modern history, and our teacher was Mrs Weston. She was tall, with wavy, dark hair, and probably aged around her late thirties, or maybe even early forties, for all I knew. She had pretty eyes, and high cheekbones, and she probably would have been quite good looking, except she had a receding chin that kind of spoiled everything. I guess Mr Weston didn’t think so, after all, he married her, and he was also a teacher, in the mathematics department of the same. I was carefull to go to hotels were there were conventions to make sure i did not know the guys and would never see them again ( i used protection ) I did it when you were out of town or took afternoon off work also on some night out with a couple girls from the office , we would go to hotels and pick-up guys. I did not give my ass or mouth to any of them . just one time i picked up one with a very small penis i had no lubricant i tought i could take him in the ass if i lube. “Can I invite you to an early dinner?” I said. She looked at her watch. She smiled and looked back at me and then looked at her watch again. It appeared she started nodding when out of nowhere she said yes that she’d like that. Wow, I told myself, here I am, and was about to have dinner with a woman I didn’t know at all. However, I was having doing it anyway. I was having dinner with her even though it was only a bit after five pm. “This is nice,” she said warmly. “Meeting you and having dinner.