When she left for college that fall, I was holding our daughter and crying. I tried to stay calm for Megan's sake, but I couldn't hold it in. Megan di...n't want her mommy to leave.For the next three years, we settled into a nice routine. Mom had moved into one of the upstairs bedrooms so she could care for Megan during the day when Liz was busy. She had an afternoon job at a factory in town and that helped bring just a bit more money into the house.It was two years later when Heather came home. In a mixture of fear and anticipation the whitecouple stopped cleaning to listen. The phone rang three times again. Hurriedly,the couple finished what they were doing and scurried to the bedroom to preparefor the arrival of their guest. Tamela Barnes (Mistress Tamela, as this narrator must call her) drove herlate model Mercury Cougar with a trailer in tow down White Birch Lane to hernew property. Oddly she had never seen it. She had received it during the lottery.The address was 4593, far. He rushed to her side.Her hands closed upon his arm. "You said bath?" She muttered. "Place me in it a while."Harlen picked her up gently and carried her to the little pool. The rancid smell of the orc spend in her hair made him nauseous. It was now turning black as it dried in amid her tresses, and upon her smooth cheeks.He sat her on the edge of the pool and took the blanket from her shoulders. She slipped into the water, settling into the little pool up to her neck."Please, speak to me, keep. These last twenty-three years we’d built a life together. Made love and raised a family. And now I knew that I had to admit to something that had been building a head of steam these last few weeks.I took a deep breath and admitted to something that I myself was only just beginning to piece together.“Ever since the pool-party, I’ve been wondering what it would be like to see you going with another guy.”That was as much as I could squeeze out from my confused and searching brain, fighting with my.