Do so now, please.’ She rolled out from underneath me, stood, moved to the other side of the compartment, and watched me, in aching erection, make h...r bed. ‘And now?’ ‘And now I want us to reenact the Tuesday encounter from Marcia’s Week. I regretted we didn’t play that out, that I was so hot to have you that night that I used you up in a lesser scene.’ She remembered, not only that I had been in the movie with her. She remembered our sex scene. More important, she was as disappointed as I was. “Excuse me, sir, could you tell me if you have a pay phone?” she asked. He just pointed to the rear of the bar and said, “Through that doorway, little lady.” The staccato clicking of her spiked heel boots was unmistakable. The talking in the back room quieted and nearly stopped as she approached the doorway. In the back room, she saw 6 or 7 men, very obviously roughnecks and bikers. They were dressed in tight leather jeans, motorcycle tee shirts, and riding boots. A rather ominous looking guy. While they were mostly my parent's age or older there was a nice group of younger folks that either worked downtown or right in the building complex. There were a handful of very sexy young single ladies, among them Cindy.Now Cindy was a beautiful and charming woman so after getting settled in with my parents I asked her out. We went out on Friday night and were having a wonderful time together. We had a great dinner at the steakhouse in the complex then took the elevator downstairs and saw a. .The next time, my wife came home early and caught us buck-naked on the couch in the den. She made quite a scene: told the other wife, told her parents and mine, and next thing I know I’m divorced. I decided it’d be easier to start over in another place, so I moved down here. “And since then?” I asked. “No other guys,” he said. “A few women, just to prove to myself I wasn’t gay. But I was never happy. I kept thinking about that guy. We talked on the phone a few times, secretly, but never got.