Marie-Claire and I made Tuesday night our date night; it seemed safer to her than a weekend dinner, as if there was less gravity attached to the date.... On the fourth week, Marie-Claire gave me soul-smacking, tongue sucking kiss that had my toes curled half of the night.The prospect of making progress in our relationship kept me tossing and turning all night as scenarios played out in my dreams. It was all for naught for the reality of our lives as a couple was to coming crashing down upon my. “Yes dear,” his wife calmly responded.“Chase, I don’t want to be a statistic. I’m not ready to die,” Angie said.“We’ll be Ok. I bet the worst is behind us.”A short while later, the pilot’s voice came on over the loudspeaker.“Thank you for your patience. That was a rough ride. That should be the end of the rough air. I expect the remainder of the flight to be fairly uneventful. Please keep your seatbelts on until I turn off the light.”“Thank goodness,” Angie responded. “We haven’t even had the. " Shit! He was fucking you more than I was! "Carol burst out laughing — that musical, titillating laugh of hers, that had been so rare in the past few months. " Yeah, it was a lot of fucking. But don’t forget that you jerked off every time — that’s a lot of pounding your pud, baby. Sometimes that pecker of yours got black and blue. "I laughed. She was right. And she was right about me fantasizing about Jim. I still remember that intense jealousy mingled with passionate sexual arousal – so hard. Don’t be late.”Touching up my lipstick and running a brush through my hair I rush out the door and into the car. I pull into the coffee shop parking lot and take a deep breath, exiting the car and entering the shop.“Good morning.”I stare up at the waiter, recognizing him from the picture, and gasping, “Hello.”“Maggie,” he calls to a woman behind the counter. “This is my old college friend SherryKay. SherryKay this is my shop manager Maggie.” Then, smiling, he grabs my hand pulls me from the.