The Seine, seen from the Pont Neuf was black and heavy as if oil rather than water were flowing through its course. Tonight, everything seemed depress...d, or maybe that was just their mood. Paris, the City of Lights. Gay Paris. People fell in love in Paris. Tonight there was very little happiness, despite the romantic setting. It was their last night together, she was flying out in the morning. He had to be in London by lunchtime which meant he had to be on the morning TGV. They had promised no. " "Let's try these," said my wife, picking up a pair of black silky lookingpanties. "I know you like wearing black panties, don't you dear?" Iblushed some more and nodded yes as we headed back into the dressingroom. My wife entered the dressing room with me and closed the doorbehind us. "Take off your shorts and underwear honey." I slid down myshorts and you could see my cock at attention under my underwear. Theshorts had a large wet spot, but the underwear was even wetter, and somecum. "Fair? You mean like a decade ago when you fucked around on me? Or fair when you convinced that senile old bat Judge Reynolds you should get to stay in the house with me paying for all its taxes, mortgage and upkeep? Or how about the alimony and paying for all your 'schooling'? Was that fair?"Dawn shook the papers at me. "Well it was only right. We got married before I finished my studies. I need a degree to compete in the workplace."I rolled my eyes. "What degree would that be Dawn? Going back. ”“What’s the worst that could happen? I lose the next election?”Marilyn looked stumped at that. “Seriously?”I shrugged. “Maybe I’ll let my hair grow out, grow a ponytail, start smoking those funny cigarettes...”“I can’t wait for you to tell Frank and Will that one!” We went out to the kitchen. “A ponytail and baldness? That ought to look good. Maybe you can have the official portrait redone.”I had to blink at that one. “Let me think about that one first.”“Good idea.”Nobody said anything to me.