I had to admit seeing him after all this time set my heart racing. I'd had a crush on him. But when he'd left I'd figured I'd never see him again. One...more loss to deal with.Not that I'd forgotten him. Oh no! It hurt, too, but there'd been another, bigger hurt. I'd talked about him with Andrews in one of our sessions, how I'd felt toward him. She'd called it transference, or something, trying to replace what was lost.No, wait! I'd been talking about Terrell, not Matt, that time. How could I. It was towards the end of winter, down south, I had plans to attend anoperatic performance with dinner afterwards. When I am "Me", plans canalways change unexpectedly. Dinner afterwards was to be with a very goodfriend who was called out to work, hence her cancellation of our dinnerplans. I wasn't going to miss getting out, so off I went. The opera wasvery enjoyable; I wore a pantsuit just cause I didn't wish to have theproblem of holding my skirt when sliding in and or out of the seat. I. They finished the meal and drained the bottle of Chablis."Coffee?" Sylvia asked.Richard declined. "Too late in the day for me."Sylvia spoke again, "I have some ice cream that we can have for dessert, Richard. Would you like some?" No thanks, again, Sylvia. I enjoyed the meal, and now I'm a little full." But you're not thinking of leaving already?" For the first time she appeared uneasy."Oh no, I just don't want any ice cream, but I'm not ready to go yet."They looked at one another through the. All color had drained from Dan’s face. His cheeks appeared to droop, leaving him looking several years older. Edward knew Dan was thirty seven and had heard that Kate was two or three years younger. At that moment he looked more like fifty and it could only be down to the way his wife was attacking the dick of his twenty four year old boss. “Your wife really loves cock, Dan. You are such a lucky man.” Edward saw the pain as their eyes met and could not resist twisting the knife. “Kate, how much.