I tipped lightly asking if anything was wrong and all I got back was " I want to be alone to think this out, so please give me some time. Just go away... and give me my alone time, I have to think this out." I thought about saying more but decided against it. I went down stairs watching some TV and when it was getting near time to have dinner. I went back to her door finding it still locked and her saying she wasn't hungry and that she would talk to me later. Well I'm not much of a cook so a can. I pulled up my hood of my jacket as I took one last look at the waves. I could see the white foam on the sand and little else. The days are much shorter now. I still have a hard time with that- shorter, colder days, grey skies, and impending holidays which means more social demands from the family. I never had such a hard time adjusting to the change of seasons. I guess a summer of sex would do that do you. I blew on my cold hands as I shuffled to my car. As soon as it turned over, I turned on. The nipple hardens in response, and I want him to touch me there but I know it is too soon. Brushing my hair back, fingers caressing my neck, he pulls my face to his. Our lips meet tenderly, sliding over each other, barely touching, I am liquid with want. Parting my lips, I accept his tongue as it slicks over them and enters my mouth. Returning the favor, my tongue dips into his mouth and he sucks it in. Moaning, pressing my body into his, our kiss deepens as the urgency grows. Nibbling on his. Gail sat me down. She kissed me on the forehead and said, "I love you, but this is not working. I want a family, but I would need you, and you aren't there." She handed me divorce papers.Shortly after the divorce was final, she married, John Wilson. I did not hear from her for a year. My office phone rang. My secretary intoned, "Mr. Hampton, there is a call for you on line four. It is a Gail Wilson." I stopped for a moment, before pushing the button."Hello, Gail, how are you. I think of you.