Maybe the problem is with me, not you.”She sat down next to me. “Huh?”“I don’t know Shelley, maybe I’m just being a jerk. I mean, a year a...go, or even just last spring, you wouldn’t have given me the time of day. Then this year, out of the blue, you ask to partner with me and we’re suddenly boyfriend-girlfriend. What happens the day after the Science Fair is over? I get kicked to the curb again?”“That’s a pretty ugly picture of me, Carl, you know?” She did not look happy.“I know.” I looked at. I thought as though I must have imagined that we felt something for one another.I abandoned my lesbian fantasies and concentrated on trying to arouse some passion in my increasingly distant husband. I had eagerly anticipated showing off my hairless pussy to him. He was delighted to say the least and our sex like improved exponentially, before, predictably, waning once again. Holding out hope that I could reignite our love life , I decided to buy some new lingerie. I had my heart set on. As he had requested, I was wearing a very sexy, short mini-skirt and a loose fitting blouse with no bra. He saw us arrive and waved us over. Mr. Johnson was professionally dressed, about 6'3" tall, muscular, attractive, and bald headed. We introduced ourselves, sat down, and Mr. Johnson ordered us all drinks. He asked me to sit next to him and I did so. At his request, I wore a loose fitting white blouse with no bra, and a short black skirt. Mr. Johnson immediately took charge and we discussed. I could only hear her breathing.“Isabel? Are you still there?"“Dom, you know how hard it is for me to compromise, to change in any way. It is hard for me to imagine that there's something missing in me… So it was hard to make this decision...”She was telling me her reasons for the divorce again, probably trying to explain why I shouldn’t call her anymore and make this even harder. I couldn’t stop remembering the first time I saw her, that stunningly beautiful Portuguese exchange student, how.