She stepped in and closed the door. I estimated the blonde woman was in her mid-30s by Earth years. She smiled and approached the bed."Hi," I said out...of habit."Hello, Alex," she said and climbed up on the bed then crawled toward me.I watched her closely trying to figure out what she was doing.She kissed my lips then began to kiss all over my face."What are you doing?" I asked. She was an attractive woman, but she was also Stephen's."I am yours tonight," she whispered."But Stephen." Since. About this same time my husband Jim started bringing home adult DVD's to spice up our sex life. He seemed to like the interracial ones the best. I think maybe it was because I had briefly dated a black football player in high school before I met Jim. I never had sex with him other than one quick hand job. Thinking back about that time is one of my regrets for not going further but also a source of many fantasies of what might have been. One Friday night after the k**s went to bed Jim put in. The Paul chapter of her life was closed forever. So the question was what was she to do now. Consciously or unconsciously, she had become dependent on Paul for some emotional support, something she was without now. Mabel was after all a woman. She couldn’t satisfy all of her emotional needs. Lucia turned her attention to what Mabel was saying… “…So what I feel is that Julia’s party is just what you need now. I’m sure you realise that Julia never does things half-heartedly. So for her. She kissed me for the longest time. I was horribly self-conscious. I had never kissed a girl before. I felt sure I was making a fool of myself. Ellie broke the kiss, looked up to me and said, ‘You really kiss good.’ There was a gentle smile to her face and then she continued, ‘Your old girlfriends will be jealous when they see you with me.’ How could Ellie not know I had never had a girlfriend, not even for a day. Maybe she was just being kind or maybe she was just making an excuse for my lack.