I just can’t take it. So, I sit her down, and tell her that no, I’m not okay. Something has changed and I don’t feel the way I used to. I tell h...r that what we have, is not what I want anymore. She sits silently next to me, blinking hard before quiet, silvery tears trickle down her cheeks.Oh, man, I feel like shit. “I just don’t understand.” She says, over and over. I could explain it to her, make her understand. But the truth isn’t mine alone, so all I can manage is, “I’m sorry.”And truly, I. I will go with you as your agent to make sure we have no contractual problems.” she answered.“That sounds fine.” I told her.She thanked me, got up and left walking down the breezeway to her unit. I closed the door and went back inside, sitting back down on the sofa. I was glad Alexis had stopped by, working on the foundation was just what I needed to occupy time.We arrived at the hospital at the designated time on Friday, and right on schedule we were ushered into a large conference room, there. She instantly became moist at the man's touch and resisted the urge to turn and face him. Jasmine stood holding the handrail, pretending she was too busy on her phone to notice. Soon he was reaching around to caress her womanhood while kneading her breasts, and she continued to ignore his ministrations, shivering every so often with pleasure she could not constrain. Soon he pulled her top down and her lovely breasts spilled out of them, exposed for anyone who was willing to turn and see.. “I love you more, Davey!” she said sounding flirty.“There is no Hermann Gregoire, David!”“Really - See you later, kiddo!”I woke up the next morning, feeling rested, turned to my sister/wife and said, “What did you mean ‘There is no Hermann Gregoire?’”“Just what I said, I looked up the name and found no reference to it at all. Then I looked up just the last name, including all the local cemeteries to find anyone with that last name at all. I even paid $20 online for an extensive national search.