Even though you may not care for your commitment, I do for mine. And thats a barrier." dont shout or you will wake the neighbors" said mildly. I didnt...realize i was shouting and slightly mortified i sat down again. "your speech about commitment is heart warming, you know" she continued to say "but you forgot one small thing. Your first commitment was with me. What about it?" "alright, it was. But once you married, it became pointless. Everything became pointless." I married because you. “Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked, to which she responded in a lost tone, “Hmm” while biting her lower lip.Me – “Ok, so how do we begin?”Her – “I don’t know, what do you think?”Me – “You tell me, the way you are comfortable”Her – “I am quite uncomfortable to think of a start”At this moment I thought of taking charge of the situation to end the discomfort that we were both experiencing.Me, after coughing a little – “Shall we get naked first?”Her – “Yeah! sure” & she got up and removed. ”“Ye it does darling,” she laughed. “But most bombs end up going bang.”I couldn’t argue with that.“Go upstairs, get in the shower and then we’ll go into town, I’ll buy two new cars, and we’ll go to London in style.”“Two cars?” I laughed. “Mum you can’t drive yet, you’ve not even had one lesson.”“Well when I finish in London I’ll pay for lessons, now don’t argue, I’m getting two cars.”An hour or so later we arrived at a car salesroom and had a stroll around looking at the various models on. “I'm so sorry,” I whispered, “was she weirded out or was it okay?” “It was okay, she just didn't feel the same, but she said she'd keep it a secret.” Maybe it was the alcohol talking but I felt like I had to say something, vodka-fueled though it might be. Maybe in the morning I could claim I was still drunk. “I would've been happy to be in her shoes,” I whispered, almost to myself, “You're smart and kind and sexy. She's a fool not to want you.” I felt Sophie tense as I spoke, and she sat up and.