When she put her arms around me, I took that as a sign that I could wrap her in a light embrace. She pulled away slightly and I thought I’d gone too...far. She caught my hand before I pulled it away.“You know what it means when I wear a skirt or shorts over my bodystocking?” she whispered.“Are you telling me it’s crotchless?”“You could explore a little and find out,” she whispered. She put my hand on her leg and I let it drift up under her skirt. Not only was the bodystocking crotchless, she. The turning point came one night when she said something while they chatted, some thing that really got his attention. His response was to ask if she was saying she would actually have an affair with him. Go to all the trouble of flying to his home town just to be with him even if for only a few hours. Her answer wasn't yes, simply a maybe. Of course, she told him, they wouldn't have to jump into some thing right away, but then she seemed to be leaving it up to him if that could be the case. He. They were the truth, and Sarah knew it."I know Matt, I know. It's just so hard! You know how I feel about him. We'e been together for so long, I just don't know any different. We were supposed to go and see Blink today as well. Now I have two wasted tickets lying here in front of me. It's all just a fucking waste of time and effort!" Sarah's voice was cracking up now, I could tell that she had given up holding back the tears."Breathe Sarah. Listen, I'll go with you tonight." I replied, "Jump. ‘Oh Mr. Bigguns, I cannot tell you what happened next, I most assuredly cannot, for it is too…too…well it does in retrospect feel there may have been a very egregious error on my part!’ I could see that her confessions were the portal to which I might achieve my aim, as like any woman engaged in her own plight her first action was to speak of it, and often at length even upon the most trivial of topics. It was my role now to play the supportive listener in which to facilitate mine own aims, for.