I forced herself off my bed and shuffled over to thekitchen and pulled out a frozen dinner from the freezer, as I was in nomood to cook tonight. I al...ready cleaned the dishes once today.I set my meal in the microwave and set the timer, while laughing quietlyto myself at the fact that I was preparing to eat a Hungry Man dinner.Maybe I should've marketed the Hungry Woman dinner? Nah, that's whatLean Cuisine and stuff like that is for, I guess.After I finished eating, I took my evening dose of. She jumped up, still pleased with her news as she discarded her jacket and headed across the room for a cup, pausing for a few minutes to check her appearance in the office mirror. She almost purred as she admired her sleek looking figure. The tight fitting dark blue skirt with the patent black leather belt accentuated her narrow waist and the tailored white blouse wrapped snugly around her bosom, just sheer enough to give a hint of the lacy white bra striving hard to contain her firm breasts.. “I suppose the burning question is, why not leave?” Michelle asked, a little unexpectedly I had to admit. “During the first ten to fifteen years, I was scared to lose her. Since then I have stayed for the children’s sake; acting as a bit of protective barrier between her mood swings and them, plus helping them understand why she acted in certain ways. Of late, I have contemplated walking out but I...I could not leave our youngest daughter. We have such a close relationship I could not hurt her. And maybe it isn’t love.” That ended the conversation until we got into the apartment. Lia changed tactics and slipped her arms around my waist from behind. In her heels, she was able to run her tongue over my neck and shoulders. “Come on, Iris. Let’s not fight. It’s not worth it. Let’s go to bed.” She nipped at my earlobe. “That’s always worth it.” I could have. I wanted to and it would have been so easy. Instead I turned around. “Then what, Lia?” “What do you mean?” She ran her hands over my.