She really was a good wife. What the fuck did I do?’ ‘I don’t think you did anything Jack. She just seemed to have made some sort of decision.�... ‘But WHY? That’s what I don’t understand.’ ‘I really don’t think you’re going to find out. I think it was just her. I think you are going to have to accept it and move on mate.’ ‘Dry your eyes mate. Huh?’ ‘What?’ ‘That song by The Streets, ‘Dry your eyes mate, I know it’s hard to take it, but her mind is made up,’ or something like that.’ ‘Oh, aye.. I got the impression he was unable to believe his luck and was waiting for me to object. But I was so turned on all I could think about was letting him finger me. That's when I told him to stop mucking about, and almost immediately he shoved his hand inside my panties and started fingering me."Daniel spun me around and looked into my eyes. His gaze was almost alien as he studied my face. Then, quick as a rattlesnake, a hand reached under my dress. In the first signs of real emotion, he hooked. Samantha walked into the room, shutting and locking the door behind her. It’s only four in the afternoon so it’s a little strange for her to lock the door. “Hey Holly” Samantha said, turning from the door. I shut my book and set it on the dresser. “What’s up” I said. My heart pounded away with her presence. “I’m horny, and I know you can work that tongue” Sam said, licking her lips. She walked over to my bed, taking her shirt off in the process. Our lips were locked instantly, her tongue. Richard's right. You do look absolutely lovely."Mark knew his ex-wife well enough to understand that she hadn't really changed her opinion. She hated him and she'd hate him forever. But that didn't really matter either. Not anymore. Nothing mattered, but the immediate present. It was all Mark had left. He just wanted things to go easier over the next, hopefully short, moments of his pitiful life. He was glad enough just to hear a kind voice, even if it was a fake kindness, even if his ex-wife's.