By making it somehow my fault that my husband didn’t want me, I could avoid the truth. The truth I couldn’t bare. I had been shut out of the roman...e in my husband’s life. Somehow I had to get myself out of that dark place. I hopped in the bath and shook my head to knock some common sense into me. It was entirely unacceptable for me to go there. If my husband did not want me any more because I was no longer young, and my body showed the transformation baring our children had forced, then I. ”“This is my husband’s week to go golfing with some of his friends who fly down and he meets in Orlando. They all meet there and play golf, sometimes doing thirty-six holes a day. It’s a boy’s week out so to speak and I try to do something to occupy my time when he does that. This is the second time I’ve taken this sort of trip and it’s been a nice thing to do. The bus does make a gambling stop and that is where we get one of the meals included in the tour package. I think the tour operator. If they do, can I count on you?" Martin asked."Of course," I said."Good," he remarked, then ate his breakfast.I drove the truck out of the compound and headed back to the coast. I got almost an hour of the drive done, when Wilson called. I saw his name and asked, "What's up Wilson?" Well are you near home?" he asked."I'm about half an hour out, why?" he said."Well, I can tell you now and have you consumed with scheming, or I can wait till you get home. I think I will tell you now, so you can. ”“Ah.”“I was coming here to play, but now that I’m drenched, I feel a bit chilly. Maybe we can cuddle instead for a bit?”“Hop in,” I said, raising the blanket.I don’t know what she thought, perhaps she had expected a different reaction from me, but there was a moment of pause before she climbed into the bed.“Here, let me,” I said, helping her roll to her side and spooning her. She was dressed in a white tee shirt and panties, and soon as I put my arm around her waist, I could see that the cloth.