I could either resign, retiring at half-pay or be fired. I resigned.One month later, I was served with divorce papers. With the help of her lover, Lis... retained a high priced lawyer. We settled out of court. I agreed to give her everything except for my book collection. I have an extensive collection of Folio Society and Easton Press, to name a few publishers. I kept the contents of my study. This included the barrister bookcases, my reading lamps, and leather chair with matching ottoman. The. I treat her with buckets of courtesy. I flatter her, telling her how special she is, how attractive she is. I always try to get her to dance with me. Then I can compliment her on how sexy she is when she moves." I tell her all the things she wants to hear. Like that night. All she was planning on was doing some discreet flirting. She just wanted to be looked on again with some desire, feel like someone really wants her. The joke of it is that her husband does, he's just got out of the habit of. Between outfits, she paused to admire herself in front of the mirror. Theimage before her was as near to perfection as Patience could imagine. Her fullbreasts were her prides and joys. They were the desire of every male she knewand were the envy of every female she knew. Well, almost every female. Therewere some women who also desired her breasts, but Patience wasn't interestedin that kind of relationship. She had beautiful, sparkling, deep blue eyes that were displayed like gemstoneson her. The trip to my work was short and mostly silent, and she parked close tothe door.I got out, and walked toward the entrance where a security guard waited.I panicked, realizing that my I.D. picture was sadly no longer anaccurate one.As if she could read my mind, (which for allI I knew she could), Alisonsaid, "look in your purse, your I.D. has been updated."I sighed, pulled out my altered card, and was waived through.I had not been sure of my reception, but most of my female co-workerscame up to.