I stopped her, and quickly leaned in and stole a kiss."Hmm," she smiled. "Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?" Just for being you. Plus, ... didn't tell you 'Happy Anniversary' yet today."Truth be told, today was not our wedding anniversary – neither of them. Rather, it lay in between the anniversary of our secret Justice of the Peace visit (which occurred on August 1) and that of our big church wedding (August 9). The first couple of years, we'd merely celebrated two different. She smiled to herself, ‘A wanton. Who’d think that about me? Who could take one look at this middle-aged woman and think I’m a wanton?’ She knew in her heart of hearts that where Alan was concerned that was just what she was and could already feel the longing to be held in his arms once more begin to take root. Alan sat and looked out the window. Should he apologize? Taking advantage of her like that was totally out of character for him. Apologize? Hell no! He wasn’t sorry he had taken her.. Next, I saw the bathroom light go on as she obviously went to clean herself, then to my disappointment he closed the curtains. I expected she would head home now so I headed back to my hiding place in the van and moved it to a place where I could see our house, but she wouldn't see me.It was now getting late. I sat in the van for over an hour and still she hadn't come out of his house. I wondered whether they were fucking again. Some time after this I must have nodded off, I awoke at 1 am to. Is it really asking that much to get a fuckin lucky break. Just once. That fate, fickle circumstance, God himself, is for one moment actually looking out for your interests instead of every other fucker's. Who gets to decide whose dreams live and whose get pushed aside? "What the fuck?" I wailed. throwing my betting slip to the ground as my horse and my dreams tumbled into the track. Again. "Hey, Micky," said a big man in a small suit, his shadow all but blocking out the light of day. "That's.