We went back and forth talking about sex, about my husband, about what we knew of wife sharing.At a lull in conversation I mentioned that I was gonna ...rab another glass of wine and I offered him another beer. While I got us more drinks he used the bathroom. I was already settled back into my spot on the couch when he walked back into the living room. I noticed that he sat even closer to me than before, I could smell his cologne (I guessed old-spice) and feel even more tension building.Now we. It was a Friday business meeting; November in Minneapolis. We connected the moment our eyes met. My throat constricted, my breath labored, I longed to whisper your name in your ear and tell you I adored you. I couldn’t. I was forced by time and place, to say my own name aloud in introduction and then bear the public burden of waiting in silence until you replied with your own.Melody.I bless the parent who chose this name for you fifty-five years ago. Dear God in Heaven, thank you. Melody, you. Dildo once a week before I inadvertently overwhelmed her defenses. In the three weeks after that, she masturbated four or five times a day. Once, she said she jilled off in the car, between appointments.But she was cool as a cucumber when she was around me.With the exception of Friday nights.It turned out Mrs. Gaskill was quite happy with Phil and what turned out to be his actually oversized dong. She told my mother it wasn’t actually his size that hooked her, though that helped, but his. “Ames, it was more than that, you damn well know it. I have a confession.” She looks at me and I’m the one who is confused now. “I, um, well I know that you’re in love with me, you don’t hide it very well. To be honest, I've had some feelings for you, but I never thought of myself with a girl.” Her voice trembles a little and I step closer. She wraps me into her arms and I think I’m just too stunned to even reply. “It’s just that, I thought I was meant to be with a guy, that’s just how it is,.