I found myself thinking about him almost daily. I kept thinking of ways of how to get him to open up. The only time we could chat was late at night be...ause he always worked late and my husband was gone. The night he told me his name was Jack is when he started opening up a little more. He told me his wife had left for a younger man about a year ago. She had filed for divorce two weeks prior to her departure. I read his words, I understood his pain. My husband had an affair with our neighbor.. Down my belly, slowly stroking hot flesh, soft, yet burns with desire. The image of your face, watching me as your lips trail hot moist kisses across my stomach, uncontrollable trembling at the thoughts racing through my mind of you, my hands continue a fiery trail downwards. My head gently tossing against my pillow as my hands caress my thighs, my eyes closed in passion, seeing yours instead. My legs fall open, hearing your sigh as you view the moist center of my womanhood, my mind reliving. And something beyond the one night when I’d manipulated things to get Chris and Jill into bed.If I’d taken earlier decisions a little (or maybe a lot) in ignorance, after the last few weeks I could hardly claim the same defense. If I said yes to Jill’s suggestion, I had to know what I was letting myself in for.As I looked into those hazel eyes I’d shared so much with over the years, I could see the hunger in those eyes and Jill’s eagerness for me to agree. This time I knew there was no putting. 'Come!' summoned the voice within.I straightened my blazer, skirt and tie, pulled the white socks up to my knees and fearfully entered sister Emily's study.I had been inside this sanctum many times before but its atmosphere – endowed by the ghosts of all the girls who had been there before – never failed to awe me. The room itself was like a mad professor's den. The walls were lined with bookshelves overflowing with learned texts. Religion, philosophy, history, novels, poetry. Books, pamphlets.