Hell, if I was still a guy, I'd bescheming to get me out of this dress as quickly as possible.I felt the stares when I walked into the Holiday Inn ban...uet room. I feltthe lust of the old men and the jealousy of the old women. And I reveledin it, all of it. Being on the arm of a good-looking guy didn't hurt,either.When I got the award, about eighty percent of the audience stood andclapped; the rest sat and glared or pretended not to care. Fine. Let thembe that way. Success is the best revenge.. . She was really fucking like a slut, a whore, with not a care in the world. She wasn't worried about her hubby now!David kept telling her how tight her pussy was. Yeah, it wouldn't be tight anymore when he was done. She was probably sore by now. It got to a point where she arched back, with her boobs in his face, and she screamed that she was cumming! She told him that her pussy belonged to him.Fuck, I thought. This was my fault. I had pushed her to this!I figured that by now, he would cum,. "I want to tell you I'm astupid fool. I never should have done what I did to myself, and I'llnever forgive myself for talking you into doing the same." It's alright Angie," I said.She shook her head. "No, it isn't." She said. "I keep thinking about it,that's the truth. I'm not the Angela you knew before. I'm not the sameAngela who did those stupid things. It's my hell to go back over thatmisconfusion, to feel all the savageness of our lives again and againand again." She paused. "I know I still. She's supposed to make her own decisions, and maybe exercise some self-restraint. Well, I guess she did make a decision. She made a choice, and she'll have to live with the fallout."Don shrugged. "I can't speak for her. I was asked to negotiate a truce, so the two of you could talk. If you want my opinion, you should talk to her, you should kiss and make up, and you should just live with whatever it is she did or wants to do. You two are made for each other. I know how you feel about her, and I.