I wanted children with Angie, sure. But I wanted them after we were married. I was in shock.Angie saw my look and sadness came over her face and she s...tarted to cry again. She carried the child back into the other room and shut the door. I ran to the door and she was leaving."Angie, please come back, please?" I ran to her and grabbed her arm. The look of pain on her face started me crying now. I just stood there and blubbered. My heart was breaking again, and she turned to leave again. This time. My heart skips a beat and my body tingles all over. Again I wave, he waves back. As I try keeping his gaze my girlfriend suddenly appears and takes my attention away. She gets herself a drink and rambles and carries on about the dancing, wanting me to join her, trying to talk me into it. I laugh and brush her off. I am intrigued by the gorgeous guy eyeing me from above, and not interested in dancing. A song soon comes on that she loves and off she goes. Again, my eyes travel up. I am. I blustered thanks for her help, and then realised the gears had been turning in her head, and I was only catching up. It still shocked me to silence when she said, ‘Leave for maybe…….hmm…… thirty minutes, then come back. You have your master key,’ she indicated to her door, ‘Just let yourself in.’ She flashed a knowing, sexy smile, and my blood migrated south in an instant. She couldn’t have been serious- we were in a public, albeit deserted, hallway, and the woman’s husband was right. Aftera long time hesitating and getting up my courage, I went there. (I worriedabout what I would do if the place was raided, but I later concluded thatthe cops were probably too concerned about drug dealing to worry about dragbars.) I didn't go dressed, however, because I didn't have a thing towear, and because I didn't know where I could change.But there were some other college guys there who also weren't dressed butwho knew as well as I did what kind of place this was. (Nobody I knew,.