And I wasn't. That was my life. Not too many ups, butnot too many downs, either. Just average. Blah. I thanked her for thefun and knew that I wou...dn't miss the sex, which I'd never seemed reallygood at anyway.Though I would miss the lingerie she wore. She loved frilly and lacystuff, garter belts and basques and stockings. I loved how sexy shelooked. I wished I looked that sexy.Silly, right?Anyway, I was back to my life. Alone. And at peace with that. Boring.At the community center. She told me that he had the wall beneath his window completely covered in cum stains. Picturing him standing there behind the curtains, pumping away on his cock as he watched me turned me on so I stopped getting dressed in the morning. I wandered around the kitchen naked, spending a lot of time in front of the windows. The kitchen was right below my bedroom, both facing my backyard and their house. My bedroom window and the kitchen windows were the only ones that faced his bedroom window. Being. Ching Lee, Vicky and I needed to go sit in on our executive meeting. As always, there were things to discuss.Marcy and Jenny took the floor first; they had finally gotten everything together on the death benefits for the Koons and Phil Adams. After intense search there was still no family to connect to Phil.I listened intently as Marcy, Jenny and Jason explained what they had been able to put together.I signed off on it, relatively pleased. As a group, we made a conference call to Mrs. Koons.. Our wedding was a small, but the reception was large and held at The Ranch, of all places, because that was where we met. We went to San Antonio for our honeymoon and stayed in a hotel right on the river walk. Never did see much of the river walk; we were too busy exploring each other. Neither of us were virgins but we needed to see how we fit together and what we each liked. A good time was had by all.I went back to work and was lucky there was no traveling necessary for a couple of months..