Unprepared for her revelation, tonight, about wanting his child, he wrestled with his feelings. My problem, he thought, is I really don’t know what...love is. Not the kind of love that should be between a man and a woman. In some ways it seemed my parents existed more as housemates than lovers, but when she died he did too. It just took him a few months longer to stop breathing. Yet, I never saw them kiss, hold hands, cuddle or even tease one another. I thought I found love with my wife, but I. Most was familiar, with just enough new pieces mixed in to make me pay attention. There were several solo performances, including one very intricate and delightful flute piece. I sat back and drank it all in.After the concert there was an opportunity for the "patrons" (which translates as "donated enough money") to meet the conductor and the principal performers. Well, its a tax write-off. And besides, I was really enjoying myself, particularly when I found myself chatting to the solo. And she started to kiss me. We both kissed like for 5-6 minutes or so. I lifted her to the balcony and kissed her by pressing her against the wall. But she had to submit some paperwork at the office and she went to work.Later when she came back she brought a bottle of wine. We both drank it and turned it to play truth or dare. It was on me. She took her pen and drifted it through my ass. Oh god, I didn’t know it was so terribly painful.It was now my turn. Only thing I would prefer to do was. Mmm,” I smiled at her. “Ah, looks like we missed out then. Guess we’ll settle for each other. Maybe Trent ruining my marriage has made me become a lesbian!”“Well, baby,” I laughed, “I’ll be gay with you!”*We got home, changed into pajamas, grabbed some wine and went to bed. I was using Wendy’s boobs as a pillow again. “Thank you for being here, again,” I told Wendy.I couldn’t help but smile. Her arm draped over me, rubbing my back“I’m glad to be here. I missed you. I know it wasn’t that.