Jeff, my neighbor down the street, is in his mid fifties, just a couple of years older than me, has a lovely wife and two k**s in high school. Both my...k**s are in college and my wife is back at work as a lawyer after being a home mom for 20+ years. I'd known Jeff for years, with the families often doing BBQs together, going to sporting events, or just chatting in the yard. Jeff didn't know I enjoyed sucking a cock or two on the down low, and I had no idea Jeff was a closet alpha just waiting to. .."Sybil said nothing, she simply took a pin from her hair. Nancy watched the hair swirl around the girl's face; she stepped out and went to walk past, and then it glinted, it shimmered. Nance could not make out what it was, but it was beautiful; fear was itself banished and desire returned. Without knowing how, Nancy found herself standing in front of the unnamed girl. Without thought she extended a hand and touched the youngster's face. "So very young ... An innocent."Sybil laughed unkindly,. "Dare I ask what I'm being punished for?" I asked, voice hoarse with restrained lust."For insisting we pretend not to be married. For making us sleep apart."I opened one eye to glance at him, trying to evaluate the seriousness of his complaint. His expression was a mask that I couldn't read, and I grunted and rolled to face him. "Alistair-" Don't you 'Alistair' me." He exaggerated the last syllable of his name like I did, not saying 'Alister' like most Fereldans. "You say it's necessary, but. ’ ‘I don’t know if I want him to come again.’ A pause. ‘Are you happy?’ A long pause. ‘Yes. I have others. Friends. Family. Someone new.’ she smiles. ‘I’m happy.’ ‘But sad too.’ ‘Yes, sad too.’ ‘So why are you here?’ She thinks. Her legs relax, slowly moving away from her curled position. ‘I didn’t know I was happy. Sometimes I’m not happy.’ ‘Do you want to be real?’ Thinks again. Choosing. Choosing is real. Life is real. Pain is real. Love is real. Her new man… asleep in bed and.