“I’m on my way home to pack a bag, why?”
There was a pause. xxx sex Linda was, again, the woman I married, both in and out of the bedroom. I wanted to see if any strangers were coming to the house, but after two weeks, there was no one. After that I went into the office. “Harry,” she started, “Linda told me what happened. For the most part, they’ve been twelve wonderful years. When we do your heart’s not in it. I can’t picture Andrea lying to me. “No thanks,” I said. I’m not even sure I’m coming back. I still have some thinking to do.”
“Okay Harry,” she said, “I’ll tell her but please, please call her then, will you promise me, please?”
“I promise,” I told her. I told her Linda and I were having problems. If Linda was cheating on me, she was being very discrete about it. My wife, Linda, and I have been married for almost twelve years. I still had no proof of infidelity, but I had very strong suspicions. I’ll be home shortly.” She hung up. I kissed her back, passionately. I was already six blocks from away when my cell phone rang.
