I could smell a floral scent as I walked down the hall to our bedroom door. I loosened my tie and called out, "Lynn, I'm home."
"In here, honey."
I felt a brief flicker of excitement that she might be waiting for me naked on the bed.
Well, she was lying on the bed all right, but she was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants and was flipping through a magazine. In other words, her usual evening garb.
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Before I get to the meat of this story, let me first tell you how this evening came to be! My wife of fourteen years, decided she wanted to get into something new and more exciting in our sex life, or should I say, lack there of? Oh, we still had sex more than most married couples of fourteen years, but it was more mechanical, and predictable as hell. I guess looking at the same bodies for all that time makes one tend to lose something in the excitement department!
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Summer 2012: Beating the Heat in DC
It's early July in DC--and already unseasonably hot and sticky in the nation's capital. The heat wave is unbearable with temperature in triple digits and everyone is seeking relief, even at night. My name is Han-Na, a Korean-American working in DC for a multinational company based in Seoul.
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The engine ticked lightly, rhythmically, having only recently completed a twenty mile journey. Rain dripped from the frame of the car, from the edges of its bumpers. The windows were blurred, save for the two arches where the wipers had recently swept drops from the tempered glass.
The car didn't belong there. Not in that parking lot. Not in that town.
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Last summer, I spent a lot of time talking with the neighbor girl across the street. She is about 28, married, maybe 120 pounds, around 5' 10" tall, long blond hair, fantastic body for a married lady. nice husband, and three small children. A wonderful family, to the casual observer. But as we became closer, she confided in me that there was something missing in her marriage, something she couldn't understand.
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This spring my girlfriend and I went to Europe for a month staying in hostels everywhere we went. I'm 31 and she's 30, we're both athletic, and stylish urbanites. When we were in Prague the hostel we stayed in was an old dorm, with our own private room, however the bathrooms and showers were located at either end of the hallway.
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He had seen her sad before but, in the year they had been together he had never seen this. His heart broke as tears rolled silently down her cheeks. She looked so delicate. Her hair hung in ringlets around her face, going from red to black as they made their way down her back and over her supple chest. Her big, dark brown eyes were full of tears and bloodshot though she refused to let them spill over.
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For all intents and purposes, this is a sequel of sorts of my first story. Those who read the first story know about the affair I had begun with John and how it helped liberate me from the shackles of my life. It takes place after my lunch with my daughter, Beth. She had gone to tell John about the man she had met and how she had already slept with this man. John reacted in bewildered amazement, according to my daughter, cursing at her before leaving the apartment. Beth called me immediately in tears, upset that she had made a mistake.
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Behind her closed eyes, Beth's distress began welling up.
"Damn, damn, damn! You're twenty eight now and those days are supposed to be well over," she agonised to herself. "What on earth made you do that?"
Rehearsing at least three profuse apologies at once, she eased her guilty eyes open. The flaring off the open fire was dancing all over the beautiful startled face, now a good two feet away.
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1. Standing alone in the rain.
That's what I was doing on that miserable late summer morning somewhere in the neighborhood of Lee, Massachusetts; standing in the rain near the entrance ramp of the interstate, doing a bad job of hitchhiking. How I managed to get to this spot is a long story which is painful for me to recall even now.
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