And I went back to reading. An hour later I was home, alone in my house, except for a big cat that didn't think I was alone as long as HIS needs got m...t.Saturday evening, sitting alone playing on the laptop and watching TV at the same time. Sunday morning, get up, fix a light breakfast, then hop in the car and go for a drive through the springtime countryside. Sunday evening, finish up the week's laundry, fix a bowl of soup, do a couple of miles walking in the neighborhood, then shower, and go. Rien. Not even a dicky bird. I thought about texting Sue myself. But this might annoy her and be counterproductive. The last thing I wanted was to appear needy to Sue.As I waited and watched a succession of movies to try and occupy myself, my mind went back to how we’d got here. I knew it was down to my kink. Sue’s words echoed in my head. From that painful evening, she’d told Jenny ‘sometimes I really wish Pete didn’t have this strange kink. That he could be more like normal husbands. You. This went on for a while longer, and one day Mitch was in the weightroom, and I asked him for a spot.. He obliged, and recomended I hit him up for some training lessons, and I agreed. He told me to come up to the office when I was done, and go over scheduling. At this point nothing really clicked, and I had no idea the chain of events that had just been triggered. Once in the office Mitch introduced himself, and I noticed family pics. Some of the wife, k**s, and just normal stuff. I assumed. Succulent chicken and pork roasted over the roaring fire in the centre of the camp, the scent filling her with warmth. Sated from her meal, she and Kate relaxed against the tree her tent was tied to, as Kate tried to remember as many of the Norse she had met eight months before. A great deal of the number came over and introduced themselves, including the three wives that had come with their husbands. They had all been friendly, polite with her, she didn’t have the heart to tell them as Kate.