I'm sorry. You've got to believe me..."I looked up at her. The ice had taken control again. "I'm going to work now. I don't want you here when I get h...me. Let me know where you've gone, or I'll contact you through your parents. There is nothing else to say. Goodbye Beth." No! No! You can't. I love you. We can work it out. Please... Tim... Please... I'm your wife..." No you're not. Not any more. You are just a - cheating - lying - slut that used to be my wife, in the days when you were decent. She poured us each some tea and came and sat at the table with me.She smiled very big, "You were looking at my behind just now weren't you"? and I caught you a few times looking up my skirt at the library, you're a naughty boy aren't you"? I didn't know what to say I was busted. She put her hand on my knee and said it was alright. "I think you're cute too" and as she said this she removed the pin from her hair and undid the bun letting her long black hair fall.What happened next shocked me, she. I’m in love with you. I…I,” My eyes darted around the room then back to him. “I never had the nerve to act on it. I didn't think anyone wanted me—you of all people.”He looks at me and grinned from ear to ear. God I loved that smile. "Why would you think that?” he sat again. “You’re sexy. No,” he corrected himself. “You’re beautiful."He leaned in and when his lips touched mine I felt a burst of wetness between my legs. We remain in that position with lips locked for near ten minuets, the passion. Not only was it a Monday, but school started that day. I was getting ready and still half asleep when I realized it might have been the best day of the year. I’d be picking Fallon up at seven thirty. I took a bit more care in choosing my wardrobe and chose a hunter green Hang Ten polo shirt, brown cords, and Topsiders. If you were a surfer, it’s what you wore. I grabbed the latest issue of Surfer magazine, stuffed it in my back pocket and was about to go out when I heard Lisa coming down the.