Quite all alone in her misery on this quiet Christmas Eve her voice didn't echo hardly at all in her small motel room. Her fingers endlessly caressed ...nd probed the empty ring finger at the spot where her wedding band of over ten years had been until just recently. Alone and nearly destitute, she was just sitting in her little dumpy motel room waiting ... just waiting for the official divorce notification paperwork to arrive the day after Christmas.She had nothing to do now except sit and rock. Did she see my stockings, did she see my wife with Mr.Stanton?With anyone else??I felt sick."Don't you think the weather's been beautiful. Perfect summer if you askme," she says looking at her menu."Yes ma'am," I reply, thinking how fucking surreal all this is.It's amazing how powerful that small act was, how submissive it made mefeel. I feel very conspicuous sitting here while my wife reads the largemenu while I sit here with nothing. I wonder what everybody is thinking,I don't know what to do. "I thought so," is all he says as I just look at him. I then get anotherweird question from him."And what colour hair would you have as a pretty white girl?" I then hearhim say to me as I feel his eyes burning into me. I don't want to evenanswer him or talk to him but instead I do just that."I would be a blonde I suppose," I tell him as he just smiles at me andthen he waves his hand at me and smiles again at me.It's then that I let out a little gasp as I feel my short brown hairbeginning to. “And how can I meet you halfway?”“I don’t know, I don’t really have a guide or anything. I guess, uh, be honest but be yourself?” I suggested half-heartedly.She smiled again. “Okay. I’ll try that. Should we start?”She was initiating. This was a good sign. “Sure.”***It was entirely possible that I was more comfortable talking and stuff because I was masturbating more. As weird as it was, I realized that that moment I snapped internally was just the straw that broke the camel’s back, and that the.