So many thoughts and feelings raced through my head. I wanted to run, I wanted to forgive her, I wanted to hit something, I wanted to cry. I felt her ...move towards me,"Baby, please?!" Leave!" What?" She stopped in her tracks, her voice almost a whisper. "You have ten minutes to gather as much of your stuff as you can and then get the fuck out!"I didn't wait for her reply, I got up and walked out. I headed to the lounge but after still seeing clothes lying around, I couldn't bare sit on the sofa.. We had arrived on Saturday to take advantage of a rare weekend night away from our teenage sons.Ronnie had sat down beside my sexy wife about 20 minutes after we arrived. He was friendly at first but brazenly flirtatious thereafter. He bought both Leslie and me drinks and after the third round, my pretty wife stopped ignoring his advances and started openly flirting back.I felt like a third wheel and was both enraged and intrigued when I saw his hand come to rest on my wife's bare knee. I. I picked a dark blue satin pull over shirt, and slipped it on. I went back to my vanity, and sat down, and began to apply my makeup, a soft light beige base, with a little powder, red lipstick, light blue eye liner, and massacre. I let my hair fall into place naturally. I looked so sweet, how in hell do I know all this, this was getting frustrating for me I knew how to do all these things but I don’t remember learning.“Paulina, were here”, I heard moms voice.I walked to the living room, “Hi. This gave her some quiet time to think of how she had gotten herself into such a situation.She thought back 25 years ago when she finally got a 15-year-old guy to ask her out for the first time inhigh school. He was a junior and she was already a 17 year old senior. None of the guys in her class everasked her out, they’d rather laugh and make humiliating remarks about her nerdy glasses and flat chest.“Flat-chested four eyes” was her nickname through out high school, with even some of the.