He hoped she realized after just a few days that she didn't really miss him that much. That would be the proof that she had become bored with the rela...ionship, which he thought was totally evident. Only the threat of him leaving made her juices flow on Sunday, but she reverted back to her former mood on Monday morning.Saturday morning Jared awoke for the first time in weeks with a full sense of accomplishment and without conflict in his head over his recent decisions. His home was set up with. Leslie drank in her visage. Medium height, the woman had chin length raven black hair. Clad in yoga pants and a sports bra, her flesh was pale. Moderately sized breasts stuck out from her chest, nipples prominent against the black material, and the slight sign of a tattoo on her side. This woman lived to work out. Just her sight was enough to fill Leslie with desire. That desire abruptly ended when she spoke. A rich English accent erupted from her lips. ‘Got me another one did you doc?’ This. As this young guy handed me my cosmopolitan, I mentioned that I was waiting for a table with my husband. At first he was a little put off, but he became intrigued as I let my breasts brush against his chest as people pushed through the crowded bar. As our bodies were pressed against each other, I whispered, “What’s your name?” He replied in a deep, sexy voice, “Hank.” His lips brushed against my ear softly as he spoke, sending tingles throughout my body. I thanked my young friend as I finished. I know you love to look at it. And I love to have you look at it. I love to have you period. Why can't you just be with me goddamn it! Instead of some old fart nearly 2000 miles away. I know I know she's fucking beautiful! So the fuck am I!" Connie," he said, reluctant to speak but knowing it was necessary. "You know I love you. You know I want to be with you. I hope you know that when our relationship ends, I won't want it to end. But Vic is my life. I wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for.