It is my sincere belief that an important part of the experience of dancing with a woman is feeling her body against mine. She did not complain.We als...o talked. At times it felt awfully close to an interrogation."What kind of work do you do," she had asked me."Odd jobs."She made a doubtful face. "You can't make very much doing odd jobs." No, odd jobs; Jobs where it can be difficult to find somebody who knows how to do them."One guy wanted me to teach his son how to throw a twelve-to-six curve. He told me that this session had been on his mind and that Jane had been pushing him to do it and while he liked me and was open to most things he was just not sure he “swung that way”. To make matters more “tense” Jane had not let him cum for almost two weeks but had been teasing him constantly so he was pretty worked up. I told him to just relax that the minimum they wanted was a jerk session and at least he would get to cum. I said I would do what ever but just wanted him to be comfortable,. “Fucking hell!” I said out loud. I picked up the jacket, realising it was actually a blazer with silver buttons. After removing another layer of paper I discovered a little pleated skirt – also in navy. Aside from this was a white tunic and a striped tie. I looked at the address on the label. It was definitely the correct one, but further inspection revealed a slightly different last name. I’d been sent someone’s school uniform by mistake. “Smeg!” I was really looking forward to trying on my. It was hell, not knowing where the love of my life was or why she had left. We had hardly ever had an argument in all the years we had known each other, and never a fight. It was a mystery that I wouldn’t solve for many years. I determined, in my own mind, over the ensuing weeks that she had found someone else. I was heartbroken, but if it made Bev happy, then I’d try to forget her and move on. My lawyer called me about 2 weeks later and told me he had some documents I had to sign. I had no.