I had to take a moment to rememberwhether I should wipe front to back or back to front. I'm laughing whilewriting this by the way.A little exploringI'... back! I decided to put on a little skirt I found (yes I was feelingadventurous) and take a little excursion down to the lobby of thebuilding. I grabbed the purse I assumed was mine that was on a table bythe door. I also had to walk in some crazy high heels; I found if Iwalked slowly I did ok.I tried the key before I left to make sure I could get. She was right, the next day he called asking if she would like to go out for dinner with him the following night, she accepted unhesitatingly. They had dinner at a small out of the way restaurant that he knew and it was nice. It was the type of place that reeked of romance, candles on the tables, soft music, and a good wine list. She ordered Chicken Kiev, when it arrived she cut into it and watched the melted butter burst forth from it. ‘Looks good, but every time I eat this stuff, I worry. The pictures in the magazines were good but there just weren't very many of them. So much of my time was spent reading the "letters" that were printed. A lot of those stories got me off back then and eventually I found magazines that were nothing but letters. One store even sold them in packs of three where you couldn't tell what the middle magazine was.Sometimes one of those middle magazines was all bisexual stories. At first I just read the girl-on-girl stories in those but there was a few. I felt impaled! It was like someone shoved a file up my ass and all I could hear through the pain was you cheering him on to make my ass hurt. Jeff I hated him for that and I hated you even more.” “Audrey, I am ashamed about that, I…” “Jeff, that’s why I did, well, you know, the candle.” “I know Audrey. It’s okay now; we both have a lot of healing to do and a lot of self-examination and learning.” “And compromise,” Audrey added. “Yes, and compromise.” “Speaking of compromise Jeff, you.