"I'll get a room until you decide what you want to do. If you haven't decided in thirty days, I'll be moving out for good. I left him sitting in the l...ving room and went to our bedroom, gathered up the things I would need and left. I found a room in a motel, that had weekly rates and moved in that evening. Dan tried calling several times, leaving messages for me to come home.The next day he called me repeatedly at work, but I told my secretary to tell him I wasn't in, or she was to hold all of. She pointed me to a few articles on “how to tell if your man is cheating on you.” Drew did have several indicators but the one that convinced me was finding lipstick on the collar of two of his shirts. I knew I should confront him but was too scared to hear the answer. Drew and I had been invited to neighborhood dinner party on an upcoming Friday night. He only agreed to go after I practically begged him. I was really looking forward to the party; I hadn’t been out of the house much since the. Damn my brain! I blame you, you're teasing me now with your words, putting ideas in my mind. Must be good. Must not touch. Argh!Walking back to the car we nudge, playfully trying to push each other into lamp-posts, bollards. OK it's an excuse, on my part at least, I just want to touch you. This may kill me by the end of the day, why do I say such silly things?In the car I drive, you rest your hand on my leg, teasing me, I make you take it back. Rules are rules. As soon as I do I kick myself,. He grabs me, holds me. I surprise him by flinging both arms around his neck. I look into his face. I open and close my mouth; no words.“Can you walk?”I shake my head, “I want…”“What, what do you want?”Trembling, whispering, “I want you to…kiss my neck.”I feel his strong lips on me. Strong and gentle. The kisses last long and end with a small lick. I move my arms and I let him pick me up. My hand goes to his hair. He doesn’t stop. I don’t want him to. I fell asleep in arms.When I woke.