I knew he'd be aware of the bulging soft flesh rubbing against his elbow.We chatted away, exchanging names and the like, I told him I'd just moved to ...the area and lived on my own. We got to the High Street where he said I could get a bus straight to the library. Before he could turn to go I said, " Thank you Keith, you've been very nice, why don't you pop round to my house after school and Ill give you something for your kindness."The "something" I had in mind was my cunt tightly wrapped around. Then you remember all the other dates I’ve broken for one reason or another and you start wondering if those times I was with another girl. Then you walk into the restaurant and see me holding hands with a girl. What would you have done? I know you Paulie. You would have done just what I did and you know it“Were there other and better ways to have handled it? Yes and I can think of several now, but at the time I was just too pissed off to be thinking clearly. I was wrong and I sincerely. Never during our marriage did Brett give me any reason to suspect that she had been anything but a faithful wife, so why was I reluctant to take her to her reunion? Because I had no idea how she would react to being around all the males who had known her (and yes, I do mean that in the biblical sense) in high school. More specifically, I had no idea how I would react if those same males got raunchy with her. However, in the end I finally caved in and we went.My fears appeared to be totally. They had just finished dinner when the telephone rang. It was Helen Anstruther for Becca."I need to have a chat with you, dear. Could you find an hour or so to meet me and Edna Yates at the home?" Yes, of course. When?" Tomorrow or the day after if you can." Tomorrow's a bit tight but I could manage the afternoon the day after." Wonderful! I'll check with Edna but if you hear nothing let's say half past two." OK. What's it all about?" We've got a problem boy and would like your views on how to.