I remember the hot summer nights of waiting for him to come to bed only to find him asleep on the living room sofa. Since I was a fairly young woman o... only thirty years, I was beginning to think I made a serious mistake in marrying a divorced man twenty years my senior.When my best friend Amy discarded her booze-hound husband just to have some peace and quiet, I discovered how easy it was to get a divorce in our State and at a very reasonable price. Needless to say, I was rid of Oliver in less. Not simply because of the spa or being away from my husband and kids but because of something else too that I couldn't quite put my finger on, maybe finally leaving my dreaded 20's behind had something to do with it.Either way we'd been laughing and having fun all day and night long, going from treatment to treatment and sharing a wonderful 3 course dinner together. It truly was the perfect weekend. After dinner we headed back to our room to continue the party and raid our mini fridge. I guess. My cock was rock hard and I couldn't wait to get my hands on the little scally cunt. Our Ste, being the lightweight he is, was hammered by midnight and could bearly walk so i decided to take him back to the hotel room, I dropped him on the bed, fully clothed. I was proper horned up and could feel my pre cum sticking to my boxer shorts then there was a knock on the door, in charged Billy, Danny and Liam. Before it had chance to register in my head, I remember Danny saying, 'better get it on. I got angry again then that my soul couldn't just transfer onceand for all, and then terribly guilty at leaving Laura behind and Iburst into tears.When I'd pulled myself together, I sealed the letter in the envelope andaddressed it to Dave's work address - I couldn't risk Laura opening it.I stared at the envelope for a long time before putting the stamp on it.My handwriting looked very much like Dave's, but somehow slightlydifferent. Was I mad, writing letters to myself? It wasn't as bad.