John would make me sit as still as I could, and use me as he always did whenever he had a sudden epiphany to paint. “keep quiet and just help me, da...rling,” he would mutter whenever I made a peep of complaint, and he would silence me completely with a long and hard kiss before he stepped away from me, his eyes never leaving me, and sit again at his infernal favorite position, behind the painting easel with the paintbrush held in his left hand.You see, John is a painter, an artist, and I am his. Twice! Hell, I had actually fingered her while she jacked me off. And she was my best mate’s girlfriend to boot. “Good one, Dickhead,” I sighed under my breath. To hell with Rob. He’d have to take care of himself. I was focused on what I should do about Melissa. Oh, God, Melissa, I sobbed in my mind, my eyes welling on the outside. What the fuck did I do? Eleven years of marriage pissed away, and for what? A couple of cheap orgasms. Brilliant. I flinched at a loud crash from the debris below.. .."Larry put his hands up, palms toward me as he smiled broadly and said, "Whoa, that's something between you and your divorce lawyer." He strongly emphasized the word divorce. I picked up my bottle and watched the dregs swirl as I rolled it between my palms. Fearful that we were on display, I looked around the room but no one seemed to notice or care about Larry and I. Larry smiled broadly as he sat back and took a noisy breath. Then, he took on the air of a father instructing his naïve son. I. And then the power came back I turned around looked into her eyes and planted a kiss on her lips. It was probably the best feeling I had received after India won the World Cup in 2011 in Wankhade Stadium, Mumbai. We continue our kiss for exact 13 minutes. It was 6’o clock when the bell rang. She knew her parents had come and was upset that we couldn’t continue further. I waved goodbye to her and left. I received a message on Whatsapp quoting “Best 13 minutes of my life”. I couldn’t wait to see.