“It was weird. He asked if we had a size fourteen in any black dress shoe. I told him I would have to check the stock in back.” “Size fourteen?...” asked Tara, “Was he a big guy?” “No, not really, but he’s the customer so I didn’t ask questions. But when I got to the back he snuck in behind me. Mr. Davis wasn’t in yet, so it was easy for him to follow me.” “Oh, no,” said Tara with a worried tone, “He didn’t hurt you did he?” “Not exactly, but he was acting weird, Tara. He pushed me back to the. And so I didn’t let Noah get between us. I didn’t chase him. I didn’t tell her how I felt. I followed the code. Swallowed the envy and wallowed in the lonely circus of my emotions.I felt constantly on the verge of tears. It took all my effort to hold them back. I could imagine the spilling flow killing the months of careful, clinical restraint. I couldn’t. I had to hold up, fold up the hurt and hide it deep inside. I tried. I lied. Defied every selfish impulse. What would breaking them. So I decided to try a gloryhole that I've been reading about on this site. It also happened to be within a 15 minute drive from my area. My wife's flight was scheduled for one on a Sunday afternoon. My plan was to drop her off and go direct to the spot. I read advice to be sure to take paper towels and wipes for clean up. I had to be cautious after buying them, because wipes aren't a normal purchase at home. Once I dropped her off and left the airport, I felt a sense of excited anticipation and. I don’t think we have any issues.”“That’s it, then. The paperwork for Terry and Skye is completed, new business cards have been ordered, along with nameplates. The requisition for the replacement programmer was approved by Elyse and I signed on your behalf.”“I don’t know what I’d do without you!”“You don’t do anything WITH me!” she teased.I winked in acknowledgement, then went to my desk to deal with my mail, electronic and physical, as well as other items in my ‘IN’ box on my desk. Most of it.