”“Any preferences?”“Not really. Not the really hot stuff, though.”She pointed me to her spare bedroom, which was cluttered with ... stuff ..... but the bed was accessible, just, and had clearly just been made up fresh. I dumped my overnight bag.When I emerged, she was on the phone and, after a stream of words, I could tell she was giving her card details.“I would have paid for supper,” I complained.She grinned. “Never mind. It can be your treat tomorrow.”We walked together the couple of hundred. I was almost wet by the time I reached the station. The train was about to leave in 5 minutes. I did have my ticket verified and also checked with the TT if any other passenger is expected, he said one more passenger is expected but we had very little time for the train to depart. I did pickup some magazines (Playboy magazines) on the way. In my heart I was still thinking about the sexy lady I had crossed over to board the train.As I was alone and wet, it was almost time for the train to. Curious to see what she has been writing, I took the book out to the pool with me to read.I began reading the page that was opened on today’s date. It read, “I woke up this morning horny as usual. I laid there listening to my husband get ready for work, wishing he didn’t work so much. I got up and walked him to the door where I kissed him good-bye and told him I loved him. I masturbated while lying out naked by the pool reading stories from LUSH. Sue, our next door neighbor, was peeking through. "I've been thinking about last night." Alexis started."Regrets?"She didn't say anything."It's okay, Alexis. You can tell me anything. You know that, right?" I reassured her."What if I said I don't?" No regrets?"She nodded, looking down at the sand. I wish I could really tell her how I was genuinely feeling. It killed me every time I convinced her to sleep with Alan. I didn't have the guts to do so. I was still very much afraid of Alan and his threats."I told you before, Alexis. It's what I.