“It’s my birthday. I’m old enough to drink now. Aren’t you glad I’m not the kind of daughter who drank my way through high school?” ... “Yes, and I’m glad you didn’t get pregnant, too. You said you were getting drowsy.” “I’m not anymore.” I should have told her that there was no wine in the apartment, but she may have found it during her visit, and detected my lie. “It’s in the cabinet next to the refrigerator.” Sally. If I was talking to the head guy, then my second aim was to get some idea about where he was keeping his stash. If I was NOT talking to the head guy my aim was to get to the next step with whoever WAS in charge. THEN my third aim was to physically view the stash and decide what to do about it.There were a number of logical options within each of those stages and so I would have to be careful to maneuver the situation to where I had to go. But I knew what I wanted to find out. Mel would be. I didn't want to see her enjoying a nice big cock that wasn't mine, pleasing her, making her wriggle and moan and forget I even exist.Part of me, most strangely of all, didn't even want her to remember that I existed. Part of me, didn't want her to feel bad for simply being who she was. I loved who she was, though it killed me inside, and all I could do was run around in circles inside my head, trying to ignore what I knew was true: Charlotte was cheating on me, and thoroughly enjoying it. And. . same thing applied whenever I had a delivery of fast food; the pizza boys were never left wanting!This has been my life for the past 15 years or so and although I shall be soon retiring from the college and my work as 'special councillor' there has been no let up in my desires or the means to satisfy them. My husband still travels and is absent for periods of time; I still maintain the exercise regime at the gym and, dare I observe, am a pretty hot looking lady; I still buy from the on-line.