"Oh it's been all right... well actually, no it hasn't, not at all, Jim ran out on me after a fight today. I know he'll be back, but I'm really horny,...this weed has just gotten me so ready to fuck." "Oh well that's too bad, I hope you can find someone, I'm sorry I can't help, but you know I have a wife. Hah and I'm not gay." A stony silence settled as we ran side by side, when all of a sudden, "AH" Anthony screamed as he tripped. "Ah I think I twisted my ankle, can you help me get home?". Her body was uncomfortable, but she didn’t know how to relieve it. She just waited without moving. Waited and felt. *** ‘My God, who are you?’ Falcon asked as he approached the beautiful goddess lying naked on the slab of stone, her hair cascading about her like an ebony halo, weaving over her shoulders, one long tress curling about her navel. The tips of her breasts were just peaking out of the luscious black hair, like candle fire in a dark window. Falcon watched as the girl scrambled onto. She wandered aimlessly into her stepdad's office and unplugged her iPad from the charger on his desk. As she did so she saw the screen of the monitor come to life on a page of a working spreadsheet. 'He hasn't logged out, that's not like him,' she thought. 'He's normally paranoid about his security,’ her thought continued.She sat naked at the keyboard and minimised the excel page. 'Let's see what he's been looking at,' she thought. Then she clicked on 'Recent Pages' on his web browser. There. I still had at least another twenty years of reasonable health to fill with memories to mull before I got to the stage where Dylan Thomas says we have to ‘rage against the dying of the light.’ And believe you me I do not intend to go quietly into ‘that dark Good-night.’ Sad as I was at the loss of what had been a good marriage, Diane had forced me into a decision. Time to move on. Jack and Diane Chapter 3 Diane closed the door behind her husband and watched through the window as he loaded his.