She was so tender, so sensitive. Hell, they all were. As the tears fell from my eyes, I sent her the same messages I had sent to Janey; that I loved h...r so very much, like a Papa, that I was proud of her, that I would always support her in whatever way I could, that I only wanted what was best for her. Things had changed, though and that this was now for the best. We had to move on, to grow. She had to take what she had learned here and start to face the world, to build her own life.I don't. Why did I mention my hard-up boss a second ago? Because this amazing thing happens next:She whispers in my ear that we need to head back to her place, but I'm not drunk enough. Don't you like beer? Shouldn't we walk over to Walgreens and get some beer?Yes. Yes we should.We are in Walgreens. You're going to think I'm a slut. I'm so not a slut. But let's buy these. *takes 60-pack of condoms off the shelf*We are in line to pay at Walgreens. I am shamelessly holding a twack of beer, a 60 of. And then left for our work.During this time she had shown her wild intentions and I too was waiting for our encounter in the evening. I decided that once she comes to my room will give her hard fuck.She came to me at 9pm. We ordered dinner had had drinks and dinner. The receptionist called me said today you have nice company and so she can not come. I promised her to come next day. She told me to give my friend hard fuck. Linda wanted to take shower and said she will be with me whole of night.. That was my secret and mine alone. My husband had never asked who the father was, although I had waited for the question, even prayed for it. I think if he’d asked, if Jack had shown some interest beyond the bare fact that I’d cheated on him, it might have meant something. I just wasn’t sure what precisely. My husband was something of an enigma to me, seeming very much different from the man I’d married almost a year and half before. I was different too however, changed in many ways, and so.