It didn’t take as long as I thought it would after dropping Faith and Frank at my condo building. When we pulled up to my office building, I handed my dry cleaning ticket to my driver. I asked him to pick up my dry cleaning and bring them upstairs for me. He walked me to the elevator and left.
As I walked into my office suite, I saw everyone was busy doing something. I signaled to Brianna and Melody and went into my office. Going over the proposals that Brandi had left and other business, the afternoon went quickly. When I looked up from the last home listing that I was proofing, the clock read 6:15pm. I called Melody into the office. I told her that I would be in tomorrow about 2pm. We went over the business that needed to be done before I got in, what I wanted Brandi and Brianna to do and general office matters. I called my driver to let him know I would be coming downstairs and walked into my office closet. I went through the dry cleaning. I took out my Ellen Tracy outfit that consisted of a brown Leather Jacket, Modern Silk Blouse in Oyster beige and my Wide-Leg Pants in Sable (brown)/oyster (beige) tweed. I love Ellen Tracy. She is one of the few black designers that high – end stores carry clothes. I took out my La Perla Must-Have Push-Up Bra and my matching La Perla Must-Have Culottes underwear in beige. I then changed my bag from my cherry Salvatore Ferragamo patent leather Gancio Lucchetto Hobo to my Hogan Woody Media tote in shimmery sand. After switching bags, I put my undergarments and my Christian Dior Extreme Cutout Sandals in stone (silver) into my Gucci tote bag. I locked my Coach briefcase in my closet and gathered my cell phones to leave.
When I stepped off the elevator, my driver saw me coming and rushed to take my overnight bags. I smiled and thanked him as I got into the car. Once he had put the bags into the trunk, I gave him the address to The Marriott Marquis Hotel, as if he didn’t already know it, and asked him to pass me the car phone. I called the Marquis and asked for Justin’s room number. Justin picked up on the second ring, sounding anxious. Hello, my darling, I said into the receiver. I was happy to be going to see Justin but I hadn’t forgotten about my earlier frustration with him. Justin returned my greeting of happiness. He said that he had just ordered up my favorite fruit, strawberries and cherries. I laughed and before I could ask him, he told me that he had also requested extra whipped crème and Ace of Spade champagne, another favorite of mine. I asked him had he ordered up dinner because I was quite hungry. He took my order and told me to come straight upstairs, not to even stop and ask for the key. I didn’t think anything of it. My mind was full with thoughts of the fantastic fucking that would be going on after dinner.
When we pulled up in front of the hotel, I instructed my driver to pick me up at 1pm, tomorrow. I told him to enjoy his morning and that tomorrow would be an early day. He thanked me, popped open the trunk, helped me out of the car and then handed my luggage to the hotel’s bell boy. I walked with the bell boy to the elevator, gave him the floor number and we got on, as soon as the doors opened. My insides were starting to get jittery with anticipation. I knew that I had a long evening ahead of me. I had my safe sex bag and I was more than ready.
By the time the elevator stopped, I needed to take a shower. I had thoughts of Frank running through my mind as I rode up in the elevator. I was wondering what he was doing and if he had seen his girls. The shower would help to erase thoughts of Frank and his situation out of my head. The elevator doors opened and we stepped off. The bell boy knocked on the door, while I turned off my cell phones. Before Justin opened the door, I asked the bell boy to have the front desk ring the room at 12:30 the next afternoon. I wanted to make sure that I was going to be able to drag myself out of bed. Justin was a fantastic fuck partner. He had stamina like I hadn’t seen before. I was secretly hoping that he wasn’t catching those ‘female’ emotions and starting to get attached. Before, I had the chance to think about Justin’s feelings anymore, he opened the door. He reached pass the bell boy to hug me. In one swift movement, he lifted me off my feet as he pulled me into the hotel suite. I laughed and kissed him back before playfully hitting him on his shoulder to put me down. He laughed, kissed me again and then placed me back on the floor. Justin reached into his pocket and took out his wallet. He pulled a $20 out and handed it to the bell boy. The bell boy thanked him, turned and left. Justin made sure the bottom door was locked before turning his attention back to me. When he did, I saw the lust in his eyes. Maybe it was the way that he licked his lips as he looked at me. I thought that he sure had LL Cool J beat at his own signature move. Justin’s hazel eyes danced against the ray of sunlight that was pouring into the room. He walked to me and took me by my hand. Pulling me to him, I felt his 11 1/2 size dick start to get hard. I reached down and unzipped his pants, as we continued to kiss. His moaning was the pressure I needed to reach my hand in his pants and release his dick. I felt it growing in my hand as his breathing started to quicken. I wanted sex but I wanted to eat even more. I pulled myself out of his arms and dropped to my knees. Before I took him in my mouth, I asked if he had ordered up dinner. When he insisted that he had, I took him into my mouth. I started sucking his dick as if it was a lollipop. Justin took his belt a loose and unsnapped his pants. When I came off of the head of his dick, his pre-ejaculation was streaming from his dick to my mouth. I wiped it while Justin pulled his pants down to his ankles. I then started sucking on his head, again. I licked it and sucked the juice while he begged me to take the whole thing into my mouth. Then he started rubbing his hands through my hair. I took the head in slowly while playing with his balls. He moaned my name in desire. I took 10 inches into my mouth and then he was screaming for me to take the rest in. he started pushing my head a little faster while begging me to take it all. I opened my mouth wider and took all of him into it. He screamed and then I knew he was ready to cum. I eased up off of sucking his dick and slide it in between my titties. I had the head facing me, while he started screaming with desire. He was loving, fucking my titties. I rubbed them harder against his dick. I knew that he was ready to explode when he started fucking them faster and saying my name. He came all over my titties just as we heard the knock on the door. Justin said one moment, as he helped me up off of my knees. I smiled and kissed him, as I turned to go into the bathroom. I took a washcloth, wet it and wiped my mouth then my titties. I wet another washcloth and went back into the sitting room. Justin was sitting on the couch with his head laid back and his eyes closed.
I bent down and wiped his dick off. When I did that he opened his eyes and smiled at me. I just wanted him to get up so that he could go to the door and get dinner. I was past hungry at this point, I was starving. He stood, fixed his pants and went to open the door. I went back into the bathroom to run my bath water and to look at my dress. I had pulled it up over my head while I was sucking Justin’s dick. I wanted to check for any cum stains. I was glad I didn’t see any on it but my bra had stains all over it. I got my Gucci overnight bag and checked for my Woolite. I took it out of the bag, cut the water in the sink on, plugged the sink and poured some Woolite into it. I placed my bra in the sink to let it soak. When I put the Woolite back into my bag, I checked to make sure I had enough spermicide and condoms. After that explosion, Justin had, I knew that it was indeed going to be a long night. I smiled at myself in the mirror and checked my bath water. I wanted to make sure that my tub was full of bubbles. I was going to soak in that tub, alone. That I was sure of. I wanted my time before anything else kicked off between Justin and me.
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Monday, September 22, 2008
Monday, September 1, 2008
Still Fresh 2
Still Fresh 2 – My Diary
When I woke up this morning, I was well rested. The joker in me would say because no sex went on last night. I think it’s something more. I ran my bathe and decided to do the Jada Pinkett Smith stress ritual by Carol’s Daughter. I had read about it when I joined the membership to Carol’s Daughter. While the water ran, I went into my kitchen. The housekeeper had fixed me breakfast and all I had to do was heat it up. I sat at my Kitchen Island on my Chocolate leather Counter Stools. I loved the way I had decorated my condo, as I looked around to take it all in. It bought happiness to me. Seeing what I worked so hard for and knowing that it was mine. That I had paid for it with no help. I sipped a couple of more sips of my Promegrate Tea from Crate and Barrel. I moved the dishes to the dishwasher and wiped off the counter top and stove.
I went into my bedroom to get out my clothes. I always lay my clothes out prior to bathing and/or showering. It’s just easier to me. Because it was Thursday, I knew my day would be busy. Between real estate issues and HR contracts, I tried to load my Thursdays, so that my weekend would be easy. I got into the tub and went over the events of the week in my mind. I was most unhappy with the call from Frank’s wife. I don’t like surprises and after almost 3 years of not talking with him, this was unacceptable. I laid in my Jacuzzi and tried to figure out what I would do about her. I wouldn’t allow someone to take the events of my life into their hands. I’ll have to deal with this straight up. No one could protect me better than me.
After getting dress and speaking with one of my personal assistants, Brandi, I left the security of my home. Ralph had the valet bring my Porsche Cayenne around. I got into my ride and cruised into Brooklyn. I was headed to face Frank’s wife, face to face. If she thought she could call my home then I was going to confront her at her home. I knew the address and the fact that she didn’t work. Better yet, as stupid as Frank was, I still had the keys and my name was still on the deed. I helped Frank get the home for his family. Well, I actually used my credit line for a home that I inherited. Frank and I went to school together. We were boyfriend and girlfriend through out middle and high school. Then we separated because I found out that he was putting pinholes in his condoms. He admitted it and although I understood we broke up. Then about 10 years later, we reconnected. The irony was that the school’s reunion is what bought us back together. His wife was there and I went with Hope, Faith and their families.
I pulled up to the Brownstone. Figured while I was there, I should take an assessment of the neighborhood and the homes. Never, know when I may have to pull my credit line in. I talked to a few of the neighbors and then went up to the door. I rang the bell and waited. When I didn’t get an answer before opening the door, I called Frank. He didn’t answer so I left a message on his voicemail. Then I opened the door. I could hear sounds coming from the upstairs bedroom. I tiptoed to the room that the sounds were coming from. I heard a lot of moaning and groaning. I stopped to try and remember if I had saw Frank’s Cadillac. I was pretty sure that I didn’t see his car outside. The next sound that I heard was definitely confirmation that Frank’s car was not outside. I heard the definite sound of two men and a woman. Oh boy, I thought, I better get out my digital camera and for safety, my gun. Being a ‘single’ woman in the city, I carried a concealed weapon and had a gun permit. I had them bought ready, as I put the camera on record and up to my eye. Then I had the gun braced and ready. I quietly pushed the door open. There through the lens of my camera, I saw Frank’s wife in bed with, just as I heard, two men. Damn! Was all I could think because one man was fucking her and she was sucking the other man. Neither of the men were Frank. Truth be told one of the men was Frank’s cousin. I stood there for almost 10 minutes, recording this orgy. They never noticed me. I wouldn’t have noticed me either if I was being fucked and sucked like that. I left the house, as silently as I had gone in. I spoke to one of the neighbors about Frank’s wife. She was more than happy to tell me about the men in the house. She stated that they came over at least 3 times a week and always together, when Frank wasn’t home. She stated that Frank’s cousin did come when Frank was home and that he then bought his wife and kids. She pointed out their cars and I took pictures and wrote their license plates down.
This was better than I had hoped. I had on my Citizens for Humanity Jeans and sweater with my Christian Louboutin Penny Girl Loafers, in case something popped off. As I pulled to the light, it hit me how Frank’s wife had gotten my home number. James, Frank’s cousin, was the mastermind behind that. I called Friend and spoke with him in length about what I saw. He scolded me for going there and by myself. When I told him that I planned to make DVDs and send them to everyone, all he could do was laugh. He advised me that I should go into politics. We laughed at the thought of that and then I got serious. I told him that last night had been good. I allowed myself to break down and show a side that I kept hidden. I told him that just being able to be myself and talk with him was real good. I assured him that although I was seeing someone else that if he could handle it, I would still see him. I reasoned it to being the same as his being married. I could tell from the tone in his voice that he didn’t like the fact that I would be seeing someone else but that he felt he had to accept it to see me. We talked and laughed before making arrangements to see each other next week. I knew that although, we agreed to see each other next week that he would be calling me, at home.
It was starting to feel like I was hardly working anymore. I called Faith and Hope and told them about my morning. Then I called Justin. We made plans to see each other on Saturday. He said that he was able to come up to Philly. I made reservations at the Rittenhouse Hotel. We were going to the Heineken Red Soul Music festival. Faith and Hope had family commitments, so they weren’t going to be able to attend. After, all my arrangements were made; I called Sabrina and told her what my weekend plans were. She stated that she would get what I needed and drop them past my condo. I went into my real estate office and worked past 10:30pm. Brandi and Brianna, my paralegal assistant for my HR Company, had both gone home. I gave them Friday off and told them to keep their business phones off. Before, I left; I downloaded the DVDs and made 7 copies. I figured that Frank, Frank’s wife, James, his wife and their next door neighbor could all use a copy. I would leave one in the safe at my office and the other I would use at home. It was a short film but I like watching porn movies.
Friday, I planned on spending the day in Mineola, with my parents. When I got home, the valet parked my car and I went inside. I had a note at the security’s desk, so I read it on the elevator up to my place. It was the return message from Frank, asking me to call him, immediately. When I stepped off the elevator and into my place, I swore that if I saw any flowers, I would scream. I had already sent all the calla lilies from yesterday, to the General Hospital. I was glad that when I got inside, I didn’t have any new deliveries. My housekeeper had left for the weekend and my refrigerator was full. I poured a Root Beer float and went into my den. I sat down in my Red leather club chair and flicked on the television. I was half asleep, half awake, when I thought I heard Frank’s voice. Then I realized that I had rolled my personal cell phone calls over to my house phone. I picked up the phone before he finished leaving the message. I asked him to come over. When I hung up the phone I knew it would take him about an hour to get there. I called down to the lobby and let the guard on duty know that I was expecting company and who it was.
I then jumped into the shower. It had been awhile since I had seen Frank but I would be ready for anything. So I showered using my Mélange Body Cleansing Gel by Carol’s Daughter. I stepped out the shower and moisturized down with the Shea Body butter. I threw on my La Perla Song Lace Chemise and Raso Long Robe. I made myself a Bailey’s Irish Caramel Mud Slide and relaxed on the sofa, in the living room. It seemed like an eternity before Frank arrived. The security guard buzzed me to let me know he was on his way up. I opened the door and there he was. Again, I couldn’t tell if it was lust, fond memories or just happy to see an old friend. It was almost the same feeling, I got when Friend, came over the night before.
When he came in, we hugged. It had been awhile. Every now and then, I would wonder about what he was up to. I knew better than to reach out to him. He was the first person, the only person, which I ever loved. So, although my heart and soul yearned to reach out to him I didn’t. Now, he’s standing in my living room because his low down cousin was stirring up old shit. Like my great- grandmother said “When you stir in old shit, it starts to stink all over again”. I had mailed the DVDs on my way home, so I didn’t have to tell Frank about them. He would get the DVDs over the weekend, they all would. I would be in Philly and when the shit hit the fan, I would be more than happy to accept any and all calls.
I offered, him a shot Of Ciroq. He asked for a half of glass of Ciroq and some orange juice. I knew something more than my phone call or his wife calling me was on his mind. I checked every month to make sure that the house note was paid on time and it was usually paid up 4 months in advance. So, I didn’t have to worry about that. I knew that it was really serious by the way he swallowed the glass down. He handed it to me and I refilled it. Then I said down next to him. He immediately started crying. I just rubbed his knee and allowed him to talk. He started on how he had found out last year that his daughters weren’t his. He had found out by tragic accident. His youngest daughter had suddenly fallen ill and his wife rushed her to the hospital. When he arrived they had already discovered that his daughter had a rare bone marrow, Myelodysplastic Syndrome. He wasn’t a match. He couldn’t give blood or a transplant. Then to make matters worst, his oldest daughter wasn’t a match to his younger daughter or him. So now he had raised and loved two daughters under false pretense. He wanted to leave his wife but she claimed that it would devastate the girls. He knew that he couldn’t leave them at this time but he felt such sorrow. He said his heart was heavy because he really loved his wife and girls. I just said there in astonishment. I still didn’t want to say what I had seen or had done, earlier today. I just took Frank in my arms. I held him for a long time before I stood up and led him into my bedroom. I undressed him first and then myself. I laid up on him and made love to him like it was our first time. We made love and slept until 12pm, the next day.
When I realized what time it was, I got out of bed. I didn’t wake him but ran him a hot bath and took his clothes to the laundry room. I put them in the washer and went into the kitchen. I made breakfast and went to serve him in bed. After what I heard last night, I knew that he needed to be pampered. When I sat the tray on the bed, he sat up and started crying again. This time I cried with him. I don’t know if I was crying for him, with him or for us. For what we had, what we lost and what we would never have.
When I woke up this morning, I was well rested. The joker in me would say because no sex went on last night. I think it’s something more. I ran my bathe and decided to do the Jada Pinkett Smith stress ritual by Carol’s Daughter. I had read about it when I joined the membership to Carol’s Daughter. While the water ran, I went into my kitchen. The housekeeper had fixed me breakfast and all I had to do was heat it up. I sat at my Kitchen Island on my Chocolate leather Counter Stools. I loved the way I had decorated my condo, as I looked around to take it all in. It bought happiness to me. Seeing what I worked so hard for and knowing that it was mine. That I had paid for it with no help. I sipped a couple of more sips of my Promegrate Tea from Crate and Barrel. I moved the dishes to the dishwasher and wiped off the counter top and stove.
I went into my bedroom to get out my clothes. I always lay my clothes out prior to bathing and/or showering. It’s just easier to me. Because it was Thursday, I knew my day would be busy. Between real estate issues and HR contracts, I tried to load my Thursdays, so that my weekend would be easy. I got into the tub and went over the events of the week in my mind. I was most unhappy with the call from Frank’s wife. I don’t like surprises and after almost 3 years of not talking with him, this was unacceptable. I laid in my Jacuzzi and tried to figure out what I would do about her. I wouldn’t allow someone to take the events of my life into their hands. I’ll have to deal with this straight up. No one could protect me better than me.
After getting dress and speaking with one of my personal assistants, Brandi, I left the security of my home. Ralph had the valet bring my Porsche Cayenne around. I got into my ride and cruised into Brooklyn. I was headed to face Frank’s wife, face to face. If she thought she could call my home then I was going to confront her at her home. I knew the address and the fact that she didn’t work. Better yet, as stupid as Frank was, I still had the keys and my name was still on the deed. I helped Frank get the home for his family. Well, I actually used my credit line for a home that I inherited. Frank and I went to school together. We were boyfriend and girlfriend through out middle and high school. Then we separated because I found out that he was putting pinholes in his condoms. He admitted it and although I understood we broke up. Then about 10 years later, we reconnected. The irony was that the school’s reunion is what bought us back together. His wife was there and I went with Hope, Faith and their families.
I pulled up to the Brownstone. Figured while I was there, I should take an assessment of the neighborhood and the homes. Never, know when I may have to pull my credit line in. I talked to a few of the neighbors and then went up to the door. I rang the bell and waited. When I didn’t get an answer before opening the door, I called Frank. He didn’t answer so I left a message on his voicemail. Then I opened the door. I could hear sounds coming from the upstairs bedroom. I tiptoed to the room that the sounds were coming from. I heard a lot of moaning and groaning. I stopped to try and remember if I had saw Frank’s Cadillac. I was pretty sure that I didn’t see his car outside. The next sound that I heard was definitely confirmation that Frank’s car was not outside. I heard the definite sound of two men and a woman. Oh boy, I thought, I better get out my digital camera and for safety, my gun. Being a ‘single’ woman in the city, I carried a concealed weapon and had a gun permit. I had them bought ready, as I put the camera on record and up to my eye. Then I had the gun braced and ready. I quietly pushed the door open. There through the lens of my camera, I saw Frank’s wife in bed with, just as I heard, two men. Damn! Was all I could think because one man was fucking her and she was sucking the other man. Neither of the men were Frank. Truth be told one of the men was Frank’s cousin. I stood there for almost 10 minutes, recording this orgy. They never noticed me. I wouldn’t have noticed me either if I was being fucked and sucked like that. I left the house, as silently as I had gone in. I spoke to one of the neighbors about Frank’s wife. She was more than happy to tell me about the men in the house. She stated that they came over at least 3 times a week and always together, when Frank wasn’t home. She stated that Frank’s cousin did come when Frank was home and that he then bought his wife and kids. She pointed out their cars and I took pictures and wrote their license plates down.
This was better than I had hoped. I had on my Citizens for Humanity Jeans and sweater with my Christian Louboutin Penny Girl Loafers, in case something popped off. As I pulled to the light, it hit me how Frank’s wife had gotten my home number. James, Frank’s cousin, was the mastermind behind that. I called Friend and spoke with him in length about what I saw. He scolded me for going there and by myself. When I told him that I planned to make DVDs and send them to everyone, all he could do was laugh. He advised me that I should go into politics. We laughed at the thought of that and then I got serious. I told him that last night had been good. I allowed myself to break down and show a side that I kept hidden. I told him that just being able to be myself and talk with him was real good. I assured him that although I was seeing someone else that if he could handle it, I would still see him. I reasoned it to being the same as his being married. I could tell from the tone in his voice that he didn’t like the fact that I would be seeing someone else but that he felt he had to accept it to see me. We talked and laughed before making arrangements to see each other next week. I knew that although, we agreed to see each other next week that he would be calling me, at home.
It was starting to feel like I was hardly working anymore. I called Faith and Hope and told them about my morning. Then I called Justin. We made plans to see each other on Saturday. He said that he was able to come up to Philly. I made reservations at the Rittenhouse Hotel. We were going to the Heineken Red Soul Music festival. Faith and Hope had family commitments, so they weren’t going to be able to attend. After, all my arrangements were made; I called Sabrina and told her what my weekend plans were. She stated that she would get what I needed and drop them past my condo. I went into my real estate office and worked past 10:30pm. Brandi and Brianna, my paralegal assistant for my HR Company, had both gone home. I gave them Friday off and told them to keep their business phones off. Before, I left; I downloaded the DVDs and made 7 copies. I figured that Frank, Frank’s wife, James, his wife and their next door neighbor could all use a copy. I would leave one in the safe at my office and the other I would use at home. It was a short film but I like watching porn movies.
Friday, I planned on spending the day in Mineola, with my parents. When I got home, the valet parked my car and I went inside. I had a note at the security’s desk, so I read it on the elevator up to my place. It was the return message from Frank, asking me to call him, immediately. When I stepped off the elevator and into my place, I swore that if I saw any flowers, I would scream. I had already sent all the calla lilies from yesterday, to the General Hospital. I was glad that when I got inside, I didn’t have any new deliveries. My housekeeper had left for the weekend and my refrigerator was full. I poured a Root Beer float and went into my den. I sat down in my Red leather club chair and flicked on the television. I was half asleep, half awake, when I thought I heard Frank’s voice. Then I realized that I had rolled my personal cell phone calls over to my house phone. I picked up the phone before he finished leaving the message. I asked him to come over. When I hung up the phone I knew it would take him about an hour to get there. I called down to the lobby and let the guard on duty know that I was expecting company and who it was.
I then jumped into the shower. It had been awhile since I had seen Frank but I would be ready for anything. So I showered using my Mélange Body Cleansing Gel by Carol’s Daughter. I stepped out the shower and moisturized down with the Shea Body butter. I threw on my La Perla Song Lace Chemise and Raso Long Robe. I made myself a Bailey’s Irish Caramel Mud Slide and relaxed on the sofa, in the living room. It seemed like an eternity before Frank arrived. The security guard buzzed me to let me know he was on his way up. I opened the door and there he was. Again, I couldn’t tell if it was lust, fond memories or just happy to see an old friend. It was almost the same feeling, I got when Friend, came over the night before.
When he came in, we hugged. It had been awhile. Every now and then, I would wonder about what he was up to. I knew better than to reach out to him. He was the first person, the only person, which I ever loved. So, although my heart and soul yearned to reach out to him I didn’t. Now, he’s standing in my living room because his low down cousin was stirring up old shit. Like my great- grandmother said “When you stir in old shit, it starts to stink all over again”. I had mailed the DVDs on my way home, so I didn’t have to tell Frank about them. He would get the DVDs over the weekend, they all would. I would be in Philly and when the shit hit the fan, I would be more than happy to accept any and all calls.
I offered, him a shot Of Ciroq. He asked for a half of glass of Ciroq and some orange juice. I knew something more than my phone call or his wife calling me was on his mind. I checked every month to make sure that the house note was paid on time and it was usually paid up 4 months in advance. So, I didn’t have to worry about that. I knew that it was really serious by the way he swallowed the glass down. He handed it to me and I refilled it. Then I said down next to him. He immediately started crying. I just rubbed his knee and allowed him to talk. He started on how he had found out last year that his daughters weren’t his. He had found out by tragic accident. His youngest daughter had suddenly fallen ill and his wife rushed her to the hospital. When he arrived they had already discovered that his daughter had a rare bone marrow, Myelodysplastic Syndrome. He wasn’t a match. He couldn’t give blood or a transplant. Then to make matters worst, his oldest daughter wasn’t a match to his younger daughter or him. So now he had raised and loved two daughters under false pretense. He wanted to leave his wife but she claimed that it would devastate the girls. He knew that he couldn’t leave them at this time but he felt such sorrow. He said his heart was heavy because he really loved his wife and girls. I just said there in astonishment. I still didn’t want to say what I had seen or had done, earlier today. I just took Frank in my arms. I held him for a long time before I stood up and led him into my bedroom. I undressed him first and then myself. I laid up on him and made love to him like it was our first time. We made love and slept until 12pm, the next day.
When I realized what time it was, I got out of bed. I didn’t wake him but ran him a hot bath and took his clothes to the laundry room. I put them in the washer and went into the kitchen. I made breakfast and went to serve him in bed. After what I heard last night, I knew that he needed to be pampered. When I sat the tray on the bed, he sat up and started crying again. This time I cried with him. I don’t know if I was crying for him, with him or for us. For what we had, what we lost and what we would never have.
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