My sexual taste in men had always veered towards the hunky and husky and all too manly married masculine man out there. And this all exciting and new ...sexual virtual paradise was crammed with just the kind I lusted after every night. All I had to do was type the words and they were ready to pounce and pound me senselessly. Like a hunting lion we all circled, waited, watched and chatted to each other, hoping for that slight moment of weakness to take it to the next level. I was just an ass. How could he? Another burst of gunfire snapped her out of her reverie, and she looked towards the exit of the car-park, seeing shadowy figures lurking there, and decided against making a break for it. Voices drew closer, shuffling footsteps, and she panicked, yanking open the car-door and shuffling herself into the space between the front and back seats, hoping to be bypassed. That hope was dashed, a few minutes later, when the driver's door opened."I don't have a license." A brittle, scared. So once when we were living in Sicily I had to cross the island to Palermo to pick up Christina from the airport. I didn’t have a car at the time but 3 friends of mine ( Franco, Pierro, and Giuseppina – Giusy for short – I k** you not) thought it’d be a hoot to engage in a “road trip” and off we went. It was about a six hour trip there. Her plane came in around midnight which is why you had to drive – no public transport, and so the journey back to took place during the night.I sat in the back. Our marriage had been deteriorating for several years. We, like many other couples, had simply drifted apart. When I had discovered that Sheila, a very pretty redhead, had been having an affair with her boss, it had not bothered me as much as it should have. Perhaps, if we had had a healthy relationship my reaction would have been different. I knew I had to accept much of the blame, I had spent too much of my time running my investment company and not enough time with Sheila. The signing.