. I don’t know ... as an author, I have found my characters have lives of their own. Lives that cross my own ... and sometimes subsume me. Chapter 2...0 was one of those seminal moments that leaves me unsure of who I am and whether or not I can continue writing. Karen has my heart. Much of her experience is my experience of fifty years ago. She holds my soul. I’m sure you have heard, “I answer to the voices in my head.” I do.At the smell of coffee, she awakened in a huge featherbed. El Patrón,. As she reflected, she felt that the marital relations with her husband had fallen into a stale rut. While their sex life couldn’t be described as horrible, it was routine, mundane and passionless. She had endlessly tried to spice things up in their bedroom, in a vain attempts to get their sex life off life support. Taylor had tried toys, lingerie and even erotic literature. She had even made the bold move of suggesting they invite a man, woman, or even a couple to share their bed, but her. Tiny knew I had been fucking Beth for months now and she was a bit jealous but not mad at me about it. She was glad that I had someone I could be with when she wasn't around. So hear we are at the batting cages and knowing I am not wearing anything under the shorts I was wearing walked right by me and dropped her cell phone. She bent over to retrieve it and made sure to show me her pussy, knowing that it would get a rise out of me. After a few rounds in the cages we went home to clean up and. I thought about calling Shelly, but didn't. How could I make love to her when I was so attracted to Melva? I watched a doubleheader on TV and went to the movies, yeah, the Lowe's in Journal Square, hoping to run into Melva.Sunday finally came around and I was wearing my best suit. A dark blue serge, with a white shirt and mostly blue tie. After shining my shoes for the second time that morning, I left my apartment ad headed toward Journal Square. I had to drive aimlessly for almost an hour.