Then my eyefell upon my half-open closet.I stripped down to my bra and panties and tried on the clothes in mycloset. I tried short dresses and differe...nt heels. I tried camisole tops.I looked at how different pairs of jeans flattered my butt. I preened andposed. I practiced looking cute, serious, flirty and sexy. It wasn'thard. I'd seen thousands of attractive women posing in magazines, TVshows, and movies. I just needed to emulate those images.Then I realized that tomorrow, I was supposed to. I am never rough when I do that, a slow gentle push in then back out, building until I can't hold back then a blast that fades into a soft glow as I come. She jerked up and grabbed me with her hands while she took several big breaths but she kept pumping as I finished in her hands and sat back. I lay there exhausted, wrung out like a dish cloth. Her hands were stroking me and she said, "Did you like that?" "Oh god yes! That was a first for me and it was wonderful. Thank you," I said. Paige and. I needed his help with my marital dilemmas. I sought his advice and comfort. I didn’t feel I was the happy-go-lucky girl he’d previously known. My depression hit like a hurricane after my ten-year anniversary went virtually unnoticed. And then, my husband’s jealous outrage at a friend’s housewarming left me in shambles emotionally. One night, revealing my distress to Austin led to a heart-to-heart conversation in which he confessed his own guilt over our relationship. He had to struggle daily. Conventional wisdom and probably the law would say that I crossed the line. I admit I am struggling with it too. Most people would brand it completely wrong, I know that. However, sometimes conventional wisdom can't be followed without thinking. And I have thought about it a lot. We are a tight knit little family unit, Charley and I. We are, I believe, more than Mother and Son. We are unusually close friends too. We both seem to enjoy the other's company. We like to hike together. We play chess.