Then we started meeting up. We were lying in bed in the wee hours of the morning. Aunty sex She arrived shortly after me. In….out….in….out… We kept the same steady pace till we were both transferred to some other universe. I made no sound. I texted back – nothing just personal issues we are dealing with
– What personal issues? She would text me sometimes…. Fuck you! As I dug around in my purse in search of my cigarettes I found a crumbled piece of paper with a phone number on it….. We had so many deep conversations trying to figure what was lacking in our marriage, or in ourselves. “You’re right. I didn’t know where I was going. Did you fuck her that night too? “Better get it over with.” I reasoned with myself. “Fine I suppose. “Now explain to me what the fuck she’s talking about!” I wasn’t backing down and I wasn’t being the least bit patient.
