“You’re petite.”“Yeah,” She said. “I usually only eat like this after sex and I’ve been underappreciated lately.”“You’re welcome.�...� I smirked.“For what?”“For him working up your appetite.” Jess said. “Who is she and why is she staring?”Jess pointed out the redhead. She was at the bar pouring a tray full of beers for one of her tables. I waved. She waved. She blew a kiss, looked both ways, and dashed over.“Hi!” She said.“Hi, what’s your name?” I asked.“It’s Philia. It means love.” She grinned.. Looking down the street, checking in all directions, she was unable to see anyone. Sniffing the air like a blood hound, she could no longer detect the smell of tobacco. Her fears discounted, Melinda breathed easier. She headed once more towards her home.Melinda's house was the last on a dead end street. Bordered on one side by an empty lot, woods surround the back and adjacent ends. Melinda went to the back door and was about to take the keys from her sweater pocket when she noticed that the. I did not meet them many times; but I knew they were nice people…On the night of the party I was driving home from another close town, where I had gone on a quick business trip. Ana told me not to hurry; I could go directly to her friends’ house.I got there just before midnight and it was still in good flow. Soon I bumped into Caroline and she told me she had seen my wife dancing a few moments ago.I took a drink but could not see Ana anywhere.But a while later I noticed my sexy wife dancing. I miss the sex. It was amazing. We broke up because he cheated on me. Let me be clear, this isn’t my fault. Ben was satisfied sexually, but he was young. I was talking about settling down and having kids. He was talking about clubbing for the whole weekend and getting absolutely wasted. Then he got a little slag on the side. I don’t know how he did it. We had sex at least everyday, sometimes twice. So how he managed to fuck that slut as well? I’ll never know. You’d think I miss him, but I.