He asked us if we were married. We told him we were friends. He was 38 years old and not involved as it turned out. After a while he suggested we take...a walk down Duval Street and do a little bar hopping. We spent the next few hours hitting the bars, listening to music, and people-watching. It was a nice mesh of personalities, and very fun. We ended up at Two Friends, another Jazz bar, just off of Duval Street. After a few minutes there he suggested we all go to his place for drinks and a swim. I’m very minded sexually,however my husband wasn’t and the boredom contributedto our divorce. It wasn’t really nasty I don’t guess.We had our fights, yes, but it was a blessing indisguise I suppose. I kept my few belongings. He gotthe dog and the house. I kept my sanity.The past few months, I have struggled with some of myown perverse kinks I guess you can say. I struggledwith an inner battle of guilt. You see, I am azoophile, and I’ve always felt it was somehow. The money and the credit was not going to be a problem, but there as something that was going to be a huge problem and that was going to be both of us working at the same place. I liked my job and didn’t want to leave it and I knew Shelby loved her job so unless one of us quit and moved on we were still going to be thrown together and frankly I wasn’t sure that I could handle it.Tuesday morning I went in early and had a word with my boss. I told him what was going on and asked for a couple of. He’s kind, and thoughtful, and kind of shy. I wish I knew how to get to know him better. I don’t think he’s likely to make a move on me. Not like Norman Rudnal, or Charles Smythe ... or any of that set, for that matter. I gave him my phone number and told him to call. I hope he does.I only glanced at the next entry and looked up at Lisa. She took the book, flicked a couple of pages and pointed.‘May 30th. Quite by accident I saw Rob in the Waterstones Café. Told him off for not calling, and made.