Another. Day.’ Her eyes peeled themselves open and she waited for the image to come to focus in the mirror. The eyes looking back at her were red an...d haggard, sunk in and rimmed with dark circles. The cheekbones protruded and the former attractiveness that she had never noticed was long gone. The only thing that remained were the freckles, those damn, disgusting freckles, and her unkempt, oily red hair. She began to cry. She didn’t even feel herself fall, but the next thing she realized was. ", thought Gregg. He had been surfing the dating sites, looking for a married woman for three days now, with no luck. How he hated to see that dreaded "S" beside a woman's name. He wanted a married woman to romance and seduce. He'd had seven already in the last three years and he'd found them all on sites that allow you to select "married" in your search for a partner. Matchdoctor was his favorite. So now he sat staring angrily and helplessly at Sheila's profile. She was 35, a few extra pounds. “Something like that.”“So are you weak-willed or desperate?”“Neither. If either of those possibilities were true, I think my wife would have given up on me years ago. I am a man with vision and determination and an ability to take the long view and see it through.” He chuckled. “also... I’m amazingly modest.”Candice sat for a moment looking at him across the table, trying to be serious."You think your wife would have given up on you?" I guess there's no way of knowing, because I'm not like. Auditions seemed to go poorly for her because she said she simply couldn't get interested in the play. She kept insisting that she was waiting for the right play to break out and do better and try harder, but I was beginning to believe that my sultry Carla was even more of a hedonist than I could ever hope to be.More often than not lately, I'd come home and find Carla very drunk and very naked, sprawled on the couch and masturbating furiously. I could tell by her sweat-soaked body that she'd.