Colette and I talked late into the night. We worked out that we were not meant to be together in anyway except physically. We made love one last time ...before falling asleep. I packed up my things the next morning as she cried. With a last hug and a small kiss, I trundled out of her room and moved my belongings down to the jail. Severing my relationship with Colette had left a lump in my throat I had not expected. I did not love her, but I had feeling for her nonetheless. It saddened me that I. I caught it with my middle and index fingers before it could drip to the floor. I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked the precum from my fingers then inserted them in my mouth, sucking ravenously while I resumed stroking the cocooned Harry. Then I stopped. Reaching up to the straps on my slip I lifted them off of my shoulders then pulled the cups down over my girls. Then I pushed it down over my ass and down my thighs, letting it drop to the floor. I wanted a change of clothes, something. “You don’t?” Erin sounded surprised.“Saying “We need to talk” is never a good sign, Erin.”“What do you mean?”“Well in all of those online stories about cheating spouses, that is how the husband or wife starts off telling their spouse that they want a divorce.” I was hoping to get Erin’s brain to start working.“WHAT?!” Erin’s voice went up a couple of octaves.“I’m just saying.” I shrugged my shoulders.“Paul O’Dell, I should slap you upside the head and kick you square in the nuts for saying. That's why you're here. You are a catch, a one in amillion. Otherwise do you really think Richard would waste his timewith a 20 something man? A nobody former manager of a hardware store!?"She said reaffirming her plan, her program, but only to that point tonot tip her hand fully. Otherwise, in her mind Tim would have gone outthe window right then and there had he known the full scope of the plan,the program and would not have bothered with the elevator or the stairs."Do you want to throw it.