My legs opened, knees raised and splayed to the sides. The light from the moon and stars sent shadows through the French door with the softly moving s...eer curtains. I wondered if the shadows were him. Him? Shadow? My mind flashes to the shadow that passed before the mirror when … when … when I teased, taunted, and pleasured myself. My God … was the shadow him? Had he watched me? The voice I heard in my head, that deeper voice … was that him? Who was him? My eyes searched as the shadows moved. Since then we had sex once, last Thursday morning before work, and within a few minutes of my pumping and her disinterest, I was finishing myself alone as she drove off to begin her day.“You look beautiful,” I said.My wife stood naked in the bathroom adding finishing touches to her hair, her big tits and hard brown nipples drawing most of my attention.“Thank you honey, I love you,” She said, approaching and kissing me.Her open mouth and tongue were setting a wonderful greet and reinforcing the. When I look up and find his eyes on me, his gaze twisting around mine, tripping over me, landing on the placed I love to be touched most. What I have when I look across that crowded room is someone who glances at me briefly, then looks away as if I am someone who has just crossed past a corner in his life. I hold no true importance. Easily dismissible. Someone once asked me what I thought was worst, A) to live your life once know passion, but to have lost it, or B) to live your life never. Beth lived right down town with two others in an all-girls residence reserved for first-years.As if she needed to prove that she belonged in the Fine Arts program at the University of Toronto, one drunken night she convinced her room-mates to help her drag an abandoned bathtub up into her small dorm room. She was so proud. I ignored her attempts at getting attention (and acting crazy), just happy that I was fucking a cute little Halle Berry look-a-like -- 90 pounds of teenaged angst. But she.