She puts down the phone and gives me a look ofconcern. "It seems like my life's taken a very strange turn. I feel likeI'm not myself," I kind of smile...at my own explanation, then I shake myhead. "Never mind. I'll make my own dinner in a little bit," Then I headback upstairs, leaving her puzzled and confused.I check my Faceplace, I see a new message from Jules."I don't know who you are. Maybe it would help if you had a picture orsomething."Of course, I need a picture. I quickly take a picture. 'atleast they are having a good time' I thought to myself.As I smoked I thought back to my own youth, my childhood and my parentsand remembered how as a young boy everything seemed full of excitementand wonder and life was one great adventure, then I thought about my lifenow, divorced living in rented accommodation and struggling to keep upthe payments to allow my ex wife to continue living in my old house.I don't blame my wife for divorcing me as I was never really at home andspent long days. If I'd been a cat, I would have purred. We were sharing breaths now, breathing through our nose, not breaking the kiss. She could feel my urgent need, my hunger for her, and she stepped back."Not here," she said. "In the bedroom." She took my hand in hers and led me to her bedroom, the place where she and her husband had made love countless times before. It was a truly symbolic act that was not lost on me. I was, in a way, replacing a man that had wanted out. I had wanted in.Once there, she sat. I sent him a winking smiley.The next day I wore a shirt which has a zip on the front. As usual, I was driving and he was talking all sensual and sexual talks. He observed the zip and asked me to open my zip a little. I was obeying him and doing just as he said. I don’t even know why I’m doing that but I was doing it. He asked me to show my cleavage I lowered my zip a little bit more till he got the view of my cleavage. He was begging me to lower it a little more and more. I told I can’t-do this.