While I knew she was speaking to me, I had no idea what she wassaying. I only cared about breathing in whatever it was she gave me andlooking at the g...orgeous women on the screen. I tried to move, but feltmy hands restrained. It didn't bother me. Everything just felt good theway it was. I noticed the flavor of whatever I was breathing changed andwith that the screen was somehow moving away from my view and wasreplaced by Alicia in a skin-tight latex catsuit that highlighted her Dcups and made. My wife had been hinting about how six months was such a very long time to be apart and maybe we should consider some options while apart. We talked some about it on email, but kept most of this on regular mail. She suggested we "both" look for someone to fool around with, just for sex until we were back together.There were some women doing that at my base, however with the numbers and my age (42), my chances were better at winning the lottery. My wife asked stuff like how would I feel about. I saw him look toward my house as the light came on. At thispoint it was beginning to feel pretty normal to be ogled by any guy whowalked by, but then he started to turn up the path to the porch."Excuse me, young lady. Is everything okay?"I focused for a second on what a teenage girl would sound like, I tried tomake my voice just a little higher, a little airier. "Oh yeah, like it'slike totes all good. I'm just like waiting for my uncle, or likewhatever?" Oh well," I could see him staring at my. Just give me a nod.”That afternoon, we visited Gillian’s late husband’s parents. I was greeted with a friendly smile, Karen and Gillian with hugs. “Helen, Bob, I’d like you to meet Rick Bennett. We met – Karen found him – at Saint Mary’s. Rick, Helen and Bob Marshall, Roger’s parents.”They were, I supposed, in their late fifties, but clearly very fit. “Welcome to our home, Rick. If Karen approves of you, surely we do too.”We chatted easily. It was only my professional background that permitted.