It's characteristic of the divorced male gene, you know." At least one of us smiled at my joke. Gambling, I fibbed, "Anyway, I suppose I like my freed...om, now." Eric, who are you k**ding? . . . You?"It never worked. I lied terribly to her, and she knew it. The best I could ever hope for was to just hold back. But there was only one problem: I could only remain silent for so long before it exploded from me. And so after a quiet minute, the inevitable coerced me to stir the thick air first."I'm. The girl was too good to be true, or at least, that is what I thought. More than likely, Kezia was just trying to trap me into saying that I wouldn't take the risk. "And where would I find this utopian girl?" Right here," she said, without missing a beat. "On this very couch, right next to you. The one girl who will never ask you to renege on your marriage." You are k**ding!" I hoped she was."No," she said, slowly slipping off the left strap of her slip. She gripped my hand, taking it to her. I'd stood up to her then though, even though I understood what she was feeling. I took her worst verbal assaults and scornful abuse, realizing it wasn't me she was really mad at, but the frustration over not having been there herself to see that the right thing, to her way of thinking, was done.This was another case where Joyce and I weren't going to be able to completely agree. In the past, when we disagreed, Joyce's tenacity would win out because of my unwillingness to continue fighting. The arenawas still lightly populated, so it might be a good time to figure outwhere I was sitting.As I stood looking at the monitor, a guy came up to me and introducedhimself, "Hey, you are just gorgeous." He was also looking me up and down.I smiled back. "Thank you, sweetie." I kind of posed a little, enjoyinghim looking over me. I could feel my clitty stir and a fresh patch ofwetness started in my panties. I kept this up and my pre-cum was going tobe running down my thighs!"Are you here with.