. And that was all it was ... A fling. A momentary scratch for a tiny itch that I could have lived with. It had meant nothing. It had meant less than ...othing.Fuck ... Who was I kidding? The fling with Rick meant that I was lying here on the fucking stairwell crying my eyes out while my husband put as much distance between us as he could. It meant that I had no idea about the future of my marriage.I wanted to spend the rest of my life loving Steve. I'd already loved him for the past ten years of. " Ourpursuers had gotten either bored or cleverer. We hadn't seen them forthe last three-quarters of an hour, but that didn't mean they weren'tstill out there. With a sigh I flipped down the sun shade and checkedmyself in the vanity mirror.You're not looking too shabby, baby, I thought, pursing my mouth andslathering on another layer of lipgloss. The gooey-sweet taste tingledon my lips and set them a-glistening. I touched up my mascara andfluttered my lashes under the weight. I've always had. I liked her body structure, I was shocked that she was just crossed 19 and she looks dam hot white colour and she had nice figure. . I was amazed when I saw her cleavage in bus. As we were about to leave we exchanged numbers. And left for the day. In the evening we chatted for long time. Exchanged a lot of views ideas she was getting hotter at night. As for weekend we decided to meet her at her place. She was living with her family. And they had went to some other place for some work. As while. That’s why it hurts that you can’t seem to work up any enthusiasm for me at all.’ Brody stared at her and she tried not to feel defensive. ‘Look, I didn’t say that so you’d say it back, or to pressure you or anything. I just—we keep saying the same things. I didn’t want to go without being honest, and I didn’t want to hold anything back.’ She waited a few beats. ‘Aren’t you going to say something? Anything?’ ‘I don’t know what you want me to say.’ Brody looked as confused as she felt. ‘No.’ She.