"Mike pulled away, and looked into his wife's eyes. "But we'll still play the Game, right? Just not with Steve. Okay?"Jen lovingly kissed her husband...."Of course we will. Just not with Steve." Hi Jen, what are you doing here? Wow, you look great!" Thanks," Jen said to Vince, one of her husband's co-workers. "I'm here to pick up Mike for a long weekend. Do you know where he is?"Vince eyed the pretty blond. In her flirty sundress and heels, Jen had turned a lot of heads walking through her. Diane was very smug about that until she discovered that she was expected to pay the same amount to me while I had the children with me. Since I would have them for the greater part of the year, Diane would suffer a net loss, so that was hurriedly reversed.I set about establishing the routine for the children, using my position in work to allow me to be at home as much as possible for them. Diane would take them for part of the weekend and I would use this to make up time in work. After the. He joined me on the porch, and we smoked together for several hours, talking about our histories, our relationship, our worries, the future, everything. As I smoked, I discovered the comfort of holding a cigarette between the fingers, the slow drawing of smoke into the mouth, the inhale and momentary rush as the nicotine hit my system, and the calm, smooth exhalation as the smoke escaped from my mouth. It was nice.I looked over at my husband and felt a new connection form between us. I. I turn and smile at you, happy that you're not too miserable.Before I can even react, you push against me, effectively pushing me against the books. I whisper to you, "Stop it, we're in a public place." You merely spin me around and I push past you to the table at the end of the rows where I had stacked my other books. The blood has rushed to my cheeks and I’m angry that you’re pushing me around. As I pick them up, I drop one back onto the table, as I reach across to grab it, you come behind me.