" Hi Darrell my name is Helen, it's a long story. I was married for almost ten years when I found out I was not the only woman in my husbands life. Wh...n I found out, I filed for divorce. For the past two years I've buried myself in my work. I've dated a few times, but wasn't real interested, so decided to go it alone, at least for the time being." I finished the second drink and asked Darrell if he would watch my things while I went to the ladies room. When I stood up I knew I should have eaten. And the storm is still hammering out there. You don’t want to go back out just yet. I hope you like carbonara?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Oh good. The old faithful. Sit down,’ he gestured to the kitchen table. ‘I’ll dish up.’ She moved to sit and was suddenly very conscious of the nakedness of her bottom as it made contact with the wooden chair. She was grateful that she could tuck herself in close to the table, hiding her lower half beneath it’s solidness. ~ He laid out cutlery and glasses. Then placed a bottle. All three of us guys were feeling pretty good, but my wife was more than a little drunk at that point. Jerry, it turned out, was a big flirt which my wife enjoyed. Pat was one who preferred to argue or disagree, but my wife was giving him a run for his money as well. Before tonight, we did not know Jerry or Pat outside of some trivial causal association in the neighborhood. As the night wore on, we all were getting along great and conversing like old friends. It was after midnight when my wife. There were two spare seats and we grabbed the both. I didn't know what to do, I thought I'd carry on with my original plan to go to London, and maybe get this guys phone number, after all he was quite local to me...and so hot too!He sat so close that he was pressing me against the wall of the train, he brushed my thigh ( quite high up) and said, "give me your number and we will meet tomorrow for some fun" he didn't say this quietly either, and there were one or two glances towards us, as well.