I can admit now that it was never going to be much more than a bad fanfic, but at the time I was connived it was going to be "The Great American Novel..., as I am sure most people who write sporadically as a hobby convince themselves.I made some turkey sandwiches, grabbed a drink out the refrigerator, and was perched on the couch with my laptop, pecking away slowly. I had done about 45min of writing and re-writing the same page (I never said I was a good writer), when the screen flashed, then. "Holding out his hand he said, "by the way I'm Darrell and I don't blame you for not wanting to eat alone, I do that a lot myself. I can't imagine why a lovely woman such as yourself would be eating alone on a Friday night. I would think there would be gentlemen waiting in line to take you to dinner." Hi Darrell my name is Helen, it's a long story. I was married for almost ten years when I found out I was not the only woman in my husbands life. When I found out, I filed for divorce. For the. He also refilled his glass and poured me another glass of wine. “I really like him. He’s actually a very intelligent and charming guy. He’s pretty funny too,” Tom said as he handed me my chardonnay before taking Tom his scotch rocks into the kitchen. Tom’s comments about David made me feel good. I heard them yucking it up in the kitchen, laughing and carrying on for three or four minutes. I could not hear what they were laughing about but clearly there was a level of camaraderie developing. So before going up I left a brief note in the kitchen explaining that I was home and we had a guest. We both headed up to the master bath stopping along the way to deposit Shelly’s things into the spare bedroom. There is no modesty in the younger generation or at least in the mind of Shelly. She stood in the middle of the bedroom and in the blink of an eye she stripped. Off came her shoes, off came her socks, off came her leotard, off came her sports bra and off came her panties. Standing.