"Maybe the desperation, that pride, or something more simple, like the inability to say stop, drove her to take that final step into the darkness.She ...ouldn't say, only part of her knew this was all wrong.That even Valerie was all wrong... not always, not usually, just of late. Nothing she could put her fingers on, nothing she could actually state even to herself, but the intuition was there.Suppressed only by her sanity.She entered through the double doors, waiting for the light...Then wishing. ,” she said, waving her hand with the wedding ring in front of me. “I'm a married woman.”The bartender was standing fairly close to us, close enough to hear what was going on, I'm sure he had seen similar situations every weekend. But still, I watched his face and his ears seemed to perk up at the last sentence Jill said to me. He kind of smirked. There was no way he knew we were the one's actually married and this was all just part of a game.“You are a stunningly beautiful married woman.... It was obvious that she had spondylitis and a muscle pull in the chest region. However, I could not resist the temptation of seeing her exposed and feeling her body. I poked Bina’s shoulder blades and neck with my thumbs and kept asking Bina how she felt. Bina cried out in pain as I poked several crevices in Bina’s shoulder blades, arm pits, vertebra, etcetera. Her replies were far from aggressive. She answered with her oomph and ouch appropriately. After the examination, I moved way and let. She needed some company on the lonely nights. As for me, I was just heartbroken. I had Heather to blame for that. Most days I felt like shit for having a long term affair with another mans wife. I had nobody to blame for that but myself. I was the weak one. But it was Heather who had caused that weakness. I glanced across the room to the area where she used to sit. I knew she wasn’t there. Since being transferred to another department she had no reason to waste her time in these meetings.