Two years later, at 30, I'm still single and harbor a hatred and lack of trust towards men.I continued my teaching position as a high school teacher b...ut I became less and less enthusiastic and more recluse since the divorce. I focused all of my energies around work and less with social activities. My sex life had gone from bad to non-existent except of course my obsession to masturbate, which was my refuge for reliefAs the summer break got closer Amy Jenkins, another teacher at the school,. That could work to my advantage. He is a liver chestnut Morgan, very close-coupled, and with good conformation. I’d seen him at the trot some days ago, and thought him a very handsome driver. I made a mental note to ask her if she’d like to sell him, as my old mare is getting a little long in the tooth, and soon will be ready for the knacker. Having tended to the animal, and dallied with the mail for a bit, I decided I’d left my, I was sure, nervous guests long enough, and started back down. He’s an asshole.”“And Daria?”“We’re supposed to marry when I return. To tell you the truth, this was as much a delaying tactic as it was genuine curiosity about your clinic’s remarkable success. I know my culture. Love doesn’t matter. A wife is secondary to a man. Meant to bear him children and raise them. I can even find a mistress more to my taste.“But it does matter. I suppose I could just gaze at her, enjoy her body, but every time she talks, she sets my teeth on edge. She’s ... idiotic.. She had related that she was only interested in her husband, but Eric had assured her, that the first step was to get his attention. The outfit she wore was certainly intended to attract attention. The spike heel straps wrapped all the way to her thighs. The leather micro mini skirt reached no more than two inches below her thong panties which were plainly visible when she sat. The satin blouse was sheer and her bralessness was quite apparent since her nipples protruded plainly and her breasts.