We’ve fought over money, or more precisely the lack thereof. We’ve listened to each other bitterly complain about unreasonable ex-spouses. But, we...��ve also celebrated countless successes and been on amazing trips to conferences where we co-present in front of sometimes small and sometimes large audiences. We are really good at what we do together.We both found new love online, both in distant cities through our travels. But, between us, we have seven children making conversations about. People were already going to be watching for us. It had been a year, but we were still interesting specimens.It appeared Chloe could love again. She met Greg shortly after our whole terrible fall-out. A few months later she started emailing me back. She invited me over to dinner once to meet him—only me, and only once. He was kind but a bit plain and mild-mannered. Not at all Chloe’s type, but it seemed she was trying something new. And it worked. Shortly afterwards she was engaged. I tracked. I can see her white tee shirt stretched over rock hard abs as if it’s about to rip at any moment. She’s got on a tattered pair of jeans that are stretched thin over some thick but lean pair of legs. “What do ya want white boy?” she asks in a deep thick voice and yet it’s still feminine. “Just here to buy some drugs for a frat party...I think my friend texted you. You know Becky, right?” A perverted grin appears on her face. “Oh, I know Becky…”She leans on the couch and looks out the window…. Just melt into my arms, into my voice, and let everything else go for a bit. Simply let yourself be in the moment for me, good girl.’ Susannah murmurs something, but even she doesn’t know what she’s saying. She can still feel the pleasure saturating her mind, the remnants of a chemical high still floating around in her brain and fuzzing out her thoughts with serotonin and dopamine and oxytocin and all sorts of other natural drugs that she knows the exact function of when they’re not working.