" I was disgusted and so angry I didn't care if I was yelling.She stood, put her hands on her hips, and screamed at me, "What! You expect me to leave?...I turned off the saw and put it on the ground before I started walking toward her. "You fucked another man, Cathy. That tells me you don't care anything about our children, our marriage, or me. You need to pack your bags and get the hell out of here." I'd said my piece. I turned back to pick up the chain saw. If I was going to cry, I wasn't going. .almost like I wasn't even there really. Then Bob said how he hadn't believed my uncle but he was very glad he had come to the poker party tonight and Joseph just kept going on and on about how gorgeous I was.By now you should know I am a sucker for compliments and having 3 married, older men fawning over me was quite a turn on. My uncle had obviously told them about our frequent playtimes so I thought I might as well ask to see what all they knew. Turns out he had shown them a few pix of me. Charles Ward. Under his name, happy looking script advertised his services as therapy, couples therapy and hypnosis. Driving by the house no less than twice a day on average, I’d never thought much about the therapist’s office. With George’s birthday fast approaching, I was getting desperate though. I’d only gone into the office on a spur of the moment whim, only meaning to inquire about the possibility of finding a solution to my problem. I loved George, he was a fantastic husband and my best. Marja's eyes lit up appreciatively when she spotted me in the lobby. She, too, had changed and that prompted me to look at her more closely. Boy, she had not only changed her clothes. I had not noticed it earlier but she had developed into a very attractive woman. Her eyes were still beautiful, but the rest of her outer appearance had definitely cought up. Her hair was tinted reddish now and cut short which would have given her a boyish look had not her summer dress revealed her trim but.