Then I was alone in my home and so there is no problem for me to spend the day time in her house within one week we became close friends. Susan Aunty ...is opening minded and talkative. She would always talk with me while doing her household jobs. It was very interesting to listens her and I became like a member in that house. One afternoon, I was reading the newspaper Susan Aunty came to me and said that She was going to take a bath after a while she called me and wanted me to bring her the soap. ”“Michael, or is it OK to call you Mike?”“Mike is fine.”“Mike, some of these questions are going to be very personal.”I smiled, “I assumed that would be the case.”She nodded, “What caused the breakup?”“It was just what I told you.”“I’m sorry, yes, I’m sure it was. But how did the breakup develop?”“We were supposed to spend Prom night at a motel together. She decided, right after the dance, she didn’t want to. So we hung out in the park overnight instead. I wasn’t upset or anything, just. We made love as if there is no tomorrow, which was our good-bye sex.Next evening my eyes searched for her everywhere, my body was longing for her hugs, my mouth wanted her full kisses and my body wanted to mingle with her. However, she was not there. The steam cell was empty. I left early and came home. Next few days I was depressed. I tried to approach my wife few times for sex but she was not interested and also with so many at home, it was not possible. Day by day, I was becoming desperate. It sounded like Nadine, it was Nadine’s phone, but surely she wouldn’t answer her own phone like that.“Er ... Is Nadine there?” I enquired tentatively.“No, she’s in hospital at the moment,” the voice told me.“Nothing major I hope,” I said, suddenly worried.“No, just a cut, though a nasty one.”“Oh! How did that happen?”“She momentarily forgot that she isn’t a chef,” the voice said with a bit of a laugh.The laugh eased my mind some, as if it was too serious then there would be no joking; or at.