She hadn't used "Les" in a long time, several years, not since I'd agreed to live at home with her as a woman, not a man. To be a woman everywhere ex...cept my office."Les, I'm divorcing you. I've already started the proceedings. You'll get your formal notice in another day or two." What!!"She sat silent now. It was said. She watched my eyes, done up in that brand new baby-stare look. She knew how to look through them and read my real feelings. She also knew my "What!!" was filler, a stall. " I'm afraid I don't know your surname," admitted Susan."Oh! Of course not, it's Bayfield, Diana Bayfield."Suppressing a chuckle, Susan commanded, "Right then Diana Bayfield, putyour mac on, you can't be too careful in England even if it is earlysummer and out into the big wide world you go. Be back in about an hourand we'll talk about how it went and what we can do next."Diana slipped the mac on with alacrity and with some trepidation walkedback into the shop whilst Susan unlocked the door.. I directed her hand onto my now prominent bulge which she started to smile and lick her lips.I offered to get her a drink at the bar and she gladly accepted, rewarding me with a lush kiss and a grinding dance. She could really dance and all the eyes were on her beautiful shaking ass.Man, I was really turned on and desperately needed to cum tonight. Sadly I had work the next day so I couldn’t take her back and fuck her brains out.I cursed my bad fortune and my retard of a boss for calling me in. I started up the car and the four-cylinder powerhouse roared to life. I reached past Ian and popped open the glove box and Ian started to speak. So Cam, where we goin' for lunch?" The steady stream of rain slammed against the top of my car, making it hard to hear Ian speak. I fished around in the box for a second and pulled out a pack of cigarettes."I don't know, what are you in the mood for?" I reached into the pack and pulled out one of the twenty carefully wrapped joints."I thought you.