Excited for the weekend

Part of the plan is plenty of sex (I’ve purposely been off of my birth control; ovulating this weekend) and the other part is going out to dinner tonight and tomorrow night. 

When someone from your past reaches out to you

A few days ago, C reached out to me to let me know that not only was he thinking about me often, he hopes that I am well and that he misses talking with me. I replied within 12 hours of his email to ask to him to please let me go and I stated that I can't do this anymore.

To recap:

He ghosted me several years ago because he was "talking" with someone who is now is gf. He reached out to me a few years after that via social media to wish me a happy birthday and apologized for hurting me....we became friends again. Well, sorta friends. I invited him to attend things with my friends and I but he'd always decline - mostly because of his gf and that she'd be jealous or what have you. However, he never invited me to join he and his friends in their activities. 

Come August/September 2023; I can't remember the month but I do remember that it was still hot as fuck. I hadn't heard from him in a month - eventually, I tell him via email that I'm done with him hurting me, etc. so it's time for me to walk away but the good in me hoped he was well. Long story short, I heard from him not long after. He told me that he was swamped with work, he had to go "home" (the country he was born in before moving to the country we both live in - he became a citizen of our country) due to someone either being sick or dying, he had family issues besides that.

I remember crying and asking him: "How fucking hard is it to spend 30 seconds to text me to know that you're ok or that you've got a shit ton on your plate right now and need space?"

I told him that it was time for me to leave - I couldn't handle him hurting me anymore and I normally don't give second chances to those who hurt me (like he'd done) and I sure as fuck don't give people a third chance.

Fast forward to me having a medical situation about a month to six weeks ago - I reached out to him in a moment of weakness. It got to the point that when I'd healed, I had to officially let go of him. I didn't hear from him until I heard from him the other day when he emailed me stating that he was thinking of me, etc.

Do I believe what he said in his most recent email? Not a bit. Did I mean what I told him that I can't handle this anymore? 100%! I was heartbroken when he ghosted me - I'd thought I was in love with him...it took me over a year and a half to get over him. When I heard from him the other day, I spent the rest of that day and most of the next day in bed, crying and hurt. 

I called my bestest friend in the entire world to share with her about the email and my response - she had some tough questions and it wasn't directed towards me....it was like she was thinking about what the purpose of me walking away like why he was reaching out to me (to be conversational?), it appeared to her that he isn't ready to let me go, etc. She understands and respects that I have a chemical imbalance (anxiety and depression - thanks, ADHD!!) and encouraged me to what's best for my mental and emotional health. She mentioned that I should stay strong and not talk to him as if I do chat with him, he will think/feel/believe that my boundaries will be worn down

Stayed home for most of the weekend

Vince and I stayed at my place for most of the weekend. I really didn't feel like going out as it was a stressful week. Three of "my" kids had their last day on Friday, the SRO shit show…

Saturday morning, V woke me up by sliding his hard penis in my sore apex. I thoroughly enjoyed him riding me as he sucked, bit and squeezed my breasts. He climaxed in me several times before pulling out, helped me get on my stomach, spread my legs and mounted me, ramming his penis in my apex. We climaxed a few more times before he pulled out. 

As he went to start the coffee, I hopped into the shower. I was in and out, brushed my teeth, got dressed, skipped my birth control and started the laundry right afterwards - which included the sheets. I met Vince in the kitchen. He had a ginormous mug filled in his hand and he made as I like it. When I was drinking my coffee and having breakfast, he hopped into the shower. Ten minutes later, I could smell him before I saw or heard him.

“Hey, beautiful,” Vince said as he leaned in to kiss me. I immediately welcomed his kiss and opened my mouth a little bit. 

He slipped his tongue between my lips and then in my mouth. I kissed him as passionately as he kissed me. He wrapped me up in his arms and carried me to the couch, gently placing me down on my back and he laid on top of me. We continued to kiss and our hands explored each other.

“Dio, sei così bello. Voglio portarti fuori per il resto del giorno e ti mostri, ma so che non è qualcosa che vuoi. Vuoi rimanere a casa, guardare film e essere avvolti in braccio?” V said in Italian; I struggle with translating so he translates for me. “God, you’re so beautiful. I want to take you out for the rest of the day and show you off but I know that’s not something that you’d want. Would you want to stay home, watch movies and be wrapped up in my arms?”

“I love you, Vince,” I whispered as I kissed him. “Thank you for not showing me off…you know how much I hate it. Let’s watch a few movies. Wanna go out for dinner later?”

“I love you, too,” he replied as he helped me undress, kissing my body as he went. “My god, you’re so beautiful. Are you able to take me again?”

“Yes, I can,” I moaned as I reached for him. 

“My god,” he screamed as he slid in me, thrusting in and out of me. “My love, you feel so good. I’m so close….”

We climaxed together. He pulled out, got dressed and went to grab a damp washcloth for me. With my legs still spread, he cleaned my apex then tossed the washcloth in the washer with my sheets. I got up from the couch, got dressed and headed into the kitchen to get something to drink.

“Bellissima,” Vince said as he wrapped his arms around me from behind, kissing the top of my head. “What have I done to deserve you?”

“You’ve done your penance,” I said as I turned to kiss him. “What should we do, old man? We need to leave around 6:30.”

“I know what we can do,” he moaned as his hands explored me and I laughed. “I can never get tired of you and this.”

Vince picked me up, swung me around and carried me to the couch. We plopped down and laughed, Vince leaned down and kissed me. I kissed him back, wrapping one of my arms around his neck bringing him closer to me. He pulled away for a second to grab a blanket and then wrapped me in his arms.

"Mmmm, baby," he groaned. "Do we need to get ready? I just want to stay like this tonight, us in each other's arms; cuddling, making love and sleeping."

"I know, old man," I said laughing. "Yeah, same. I’ve got a special thing planned. Your outfit is in the guest room.”

We got up, showered and got dressed. Vince’s outfit was penny loafers sans pennies, jeans, a light blue button down shirt and a slightly darker blue sweater. I wore flats, form fitting black skirt (4 inches above the knee), low cut dark blue sweater, and a necklace that he gave me. We met up in the entryway of my apartment. 

“You’re looking quite stunning, handsome,” I said as I kissed his cheek. “George will be here in a few.”

“You’re so damn beautiful, baby,” V said as he helped me into my wrap. “What do you have planned?”

“Oh, just us at a small restaurant,” I said as we headed outside to meet George. “My friend, Josh, will be there.”

“Deppgrl, beautiful as always,” George said as he kissed my cheek. “Good to see you, Vince.”

We both said hi to George; I gave him a hug before he helped me into the car. As we were on our way to the restaurant, I fell asleep in Vince’s arms despite it being a 15 minute drive. I woke up, let George help me out of the car (to be honest, I wouldn’t have been able to get out without him!) and waited for the old man to catch up with me. 

“Ready to go in, beautiful?” V asked me as slid my hand into the crook of his bent elbow. “By the way, who is Josh and why is he joining us?”

“I am,” I said. “You’ll know Josh when you see him and why he’s joining us tonight.”

We weaved in and out of high traffic areas of the restaurant to get to the host stand. I provided my name and she led us to our table. Once we got settled and our drinks were brought to us, a very familiar voice greeted us. It was my friend, Josh Groban. Yes, THAT Josh Groban. I got up to hug him and introduced him to Vince - whom I may say was quite speechless. After a few minutes, Josh had to excuse himself for the night as he and his girlfriend were leaving due to other plans. 

“I can’t believe that you guys know each other that well,” V said. “Is that how you have so many tickets?”

“He’s a good egg,” I said. “Yeah. We had tried dating but it didn’t work out.”

“I’m glad that it didn’t work out,” he said as he chuckled. 

We talked about so many things over drinks and our food. It felt like how we used to be before he cheated but I knew we couldn’t get back to how we were. We stayed until the kitchen close. I paid and left a large tip.

“Deppgrl, I have a serious question for you,” Vince said as we were outside waiting for George. “Do you want us to move in together?”

“No,” I said without batting an eye. “We’re so on and off that I have proverbial whiplash. It’s not a good idea. I love where we are now plus we have our own spaces; we can sleep at our own places or at each other’s. The important thing is that we have our own space for when we want our privacy.”

“Well, that was a quick answer,” he huffed. “I do understand where you’re coming from. Oh. Here’s George!”

I got my own self in George’s car; Vince was annoying me and George had just literally put his car in park when I’d gotten in. 

“I’m guessing that once George drops us off at your place and then I’m going home to my place,” he murmured. 

I nodded my head yes. I was too tired to say anything. It was a quick ride to my place as there weren’t many vehicles on the road at 2 am. Vince saw me in, double checked that he had his wallet and keys, kissed me briefly on my check and left. I walked in, stripped, showered and went to bed. 

Vince texted me that he arrived home safely and that he was sorry for annoying me after a wonderful night with me. I locked my phone, rolled over and fell asleep until my alarm went off a few hours later. 

I got up, picked up my clothes to place them in a bag to be picked up by my dry cleaners, vacuumed, dusted, showered, moved my laundry along and ordered lunch. Brick came over as I was waiting on my lunch to be delivered. We talked about the previous night and Vince’s question about us moving in together. 

“I’m guessing that you said no because you enjoy some time to yourself,” Brick said. 

“How did you guess?” I asked sarcastically. “Clearly, Vince was bothered by me saying no. There’s nothing wrong having time to oneself.”

“You’re right, Deppgrl,” he said. “We all need some time decompress and have some time by yourself. Want me to call him and give him the riot act?”

“I’m good, thanks though,” I laughed. “I’m sure he’ll understand that it’s important to me.”

Brick chuckled and let himself out after snagging some coffee. I quickly ate, finished my laundry and got the rest of my stuff ready for the next day. I heard a knock on the door, I looks through the peephole to find that it was The Old Man. I sighed and rolled my eyes before open the door.

“Mind if I come in?” Vince asked. 

“Sure,” I said as I opened the door.

“Before you say anything, I just want to apologize for last night. I love that we’re kinda sorta back together and assuming that one of us would give up our apartment was rather presumptuous,” Vince said. “I’m sorry that I assumed we were on the same page.”

“Did Brick ream you a new asshole?” I asked innocently.

“Yes, he did,” Vince said. 

“Grrrrr!” I groaned. “I told him not to!”

I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and kissed him. He picked me up, carried me to my bed - we stripped and climbed on top of my bed. He laid down on his back, I straddled his hips, slid down his hard penis and rode him with everything I had. Vince grabbed my hips and climaxed so hard inside of me that we screamed each other’s names. We took turns riding each other in my apartment that day. 

The man you love

In a matter of a few minutes, I fell asleep in Vince’s arms. I didn’t sleep well as I was worried that the district would truly find out about A and I. Sure, we weren’t terribly careful but at the same time, I was protecting someone that I care for - to a certain extent. Vince did try to coax me back to him on the couch/converted bed but I couldn’t so I asked him just to go to my bed upstairs so he could sleep. 

He did go upstairs to bed while I struggled on the couch. Meditation, hot tea, music and reading didn’t help. Writing didn’t help much either. I got up to grab my keys and jacket; I went next door to Brick’s. I let myself in. 

“Brick?” I hollered. “Where are you?”

“Basement!” I heard him yell. 

I followed his voice to the basement. In the 30 odd years we’ve been neighbors, this is the first time I’ve seen his basement; no, not a euphemism for anything. 

“You look like shit,” Brick said. “Can’t sleep?”

“Thanks, boo,” I said sarcastically. “Nope. Well, I did for a bit but I’m worrying. I told Vince the abridged version of what happened with A; he’s not terribly concerned but I am to an extent. I won’t be fired or anything for getting into an intimate relationship with A but I worry about how much I know and if they’ll find out.” 

“My dear,” he said as he sighed. “How many times have we helped each other in the years we’ve been neighbors? More times than we both care to remember.”

“I know,” I said as I hugged him. I felt Brick get hard. 

“Fuck, woman!” Brick groaned. “Do you see or feel what you do to me? If Vince weren’t in the picture right now!”

"Brick, you know I won't," I said as I let go of him. "I'm sorry that my touching you causes you to be physically uncomfortable. I don't know what to do anymore when it comes to him."

"My dear," he said. "He is the man you love....he loves you more than either he and I can even tell you."

"Yeah, I know," I mumbled. "I'm going to head back before he realizes that I'm gone. Thanks for this late night visit, Brick."

He nodded and I headed out the door. When I got back, Vince was still asleep. I drank some water and hopped into bed. He stirred a little bit but stayed asleep....he did wrap his arms around me. I fell back asleep and I didn't wake up again until my alarm went off. When I got up after my alarm going off, I knew that Vince would sleep through the noise I tried to NOT make. 

My day went by pretty fast but it was quite interesting. Three students (two different grades) requested me to be with them at their recess time; two of them were third graders and the other was a fourth grader - the fourth grader is the brother of one of the third graders. I worked with all three of them since I have been in this district. They all said that I was their favorite staff member. 

When I got home, Vince had welcomed me with a hug. As he hugged me, he leaned down to kiss me; I opened my mouth and deepened the kiss. He lifted my fat ass up on the kitchen table as we were kissing; I left my skirt on but took off my panties….Vince slid his jeans and boxer briefs down to his ankles, pulled me forward and slid his penis in me. I moaned as he started thrusting in and out of me.

“Yes, baby,” I moaned as I held his head to my one breast that he was sucking and biting; he was squeezing the other. “Gods, baby. Don’t stop!”

“Shit, baby," V groaned as he's thrusting faster in me. "Baby, you feel so good!"

Seconds later, we climaxed together. We rested our foreheads together as we got our breath…his penis was still twitching in me as I sat straight up. I kissed him softly then said that I’d like to take a shower as it’d been long day. V pulled out, helped me off of the table and let me head to the bathroom. 

As I headed to the bathroom, I could hear him banging around trying to find some cleaner…I know he’s a clean freak (as am I) but he could’ve waited until I was in the shower. I chuckled as I hopped into the hot water. It was a quick shower; I threw on some of his deodorant and an oversized shirt then headed downstairs. 

“Hey, old man,” I said as I got on my toes to kiss him. “How are you? Oh, thanks for the wine.”

“Hey there, beautiful,” he said after kissing me. “I’m good now, love. You’re welcome. I was thinking of making dinner tonight. That ok with you?”

“V, you’re too good for me,” I sighed, hoping that he’d make something with garlic and carbs. “Need any help with making dinner?”

“I’m good,” he said as he poured us more wine and pushed my hair out of my face. “Thinking of chicken scampi tonight. It’s very carby and garlicky!”

“We’ll keep the vampires away tonight,” I said as I kissed him. “Can we push dinner back a little bit? I want you again, baby.”

“That we will, beautiful,” he said with a smile. “Sure, baby. Let’s go up to bed, okay?”

Vince took me by my hand to lead me to my room. He was quick to undress himself but took his sweet time to help me take my shirt off; he was occupied with kissing and caressing my body. I sighed and moaned his name. He helped me get on my bed, spread my legs, got on top of me and slid his penis in my dripping wet apex. 

“Yessssssssss, baby,” I moaned and placed one of my legs on his shoulder. “My god, Vince. Don’t stop, baby!”

“Fuck, baby,” V grunted as he put my other leg on his shoulder. “I can’t take it, baby. I’m going to - “

V climaxed hard. His gorgeous penis twitched in me for several minutes releasing so much of his essence into my waiting cervix. A few more thrusts in me then V was empty. He caught his breath and pulled out. 

“I’ll be right back, baby,” he said softly. 

“Ok, baby,” I whispered as I pulled my sheets around me. 

Vince came back two minutes later with a damp wash cloth. I took the sheets off and as I tried to take the wash cloth from him, he nudged my legs open and cleaned me up. He asked if I wanted a shower, I nodded my head so he picked me up and carried me to my bathroom. As soon as the water was the right temperature, he helped me get in and let me have my privacy. 

As I showered, he took the wash cloth and the bedding off my bed and started a load of laundry. He popped in to see if he could join me; I smiled and said yes. He joined me, pouring moisturizing body wash on a new wash cloth and massaged it into my body. I moaned in pleasure. After rinsing off, I hoped out to dry off as he showered and rinsed out the wash cloth before hanging it on the shower caddy. We both hung up our towels and got dressed. I kissed him before we went downstairs. 

We went downstairs and finished the wine as he started cooking. God, this man is absolutely gorgeous. I loved watching him do things - primarily cooking - as he was so graceful in his movements. As his cooking progressed, the more I realized that I loved him. He popped over to where I was standing just to kiss me; I welcomed his kiss, wrapped an arm around his neck and holy shit, my ovaries twitched.

“Soon, baby,” V said as he brushed my hair out of my face. “I want you right now too, baby. You need to be fed first though. Fuck, you’re so incredibly beautiful, my love.”

I popped open another bottle of wine as I pouted. Vince knew I needed to be all carbed up; I had a feeling we’d be up for most of the night. I gave us both generous pours; he drank his as he cooked and I drank mine wondering if this man would tire me out. I zoned out as he was cooking as I was a bit tired and a little drunk. 

“Baby?” V asked. “We’re gonna have dinner right where we are. Don’t want you moving!”

“Because I drank a glass too much?” I asked. “Yeah I know.  It’s sexy when you’re demanding.”

“Oh?” he asked. “You find it sexy when I’m demanding, huh? Once you eat and relax a bit, you’ll find out if I’m demanding!”

I chuckled as I took my first bite of dinner. So damn delicious! My ovaries twitched again. Gah! We ate in quasi silence; we talked about what he did during the day while I was at work.

“Other than making you moan and your legs shake,” he said. “Not too much. Did my taxes, went visit a few friends. I’m looking forward to making you scream.”

“Can’t wait for you to make me scream,” I said as I started cleaning up. “Even if it takes all weekend long!”

Vince helped me clean up and in a matter of minutes, we were on my bed and he mounted me. He slid his pulsating penis deep inside of me and he began to ride me. In no time, I was moaning and I was screaming his name. 

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned as he climaxed. “I’m ready again, are you?”

Without answering, I wrapped my legs around his waist and flipped us. I rode Vince for a long time…we climaxed multiple times. I climbed off of him and laid down next to him. We soon fell asleep. 

When the meaning of 'Oz" is revealed...

I left work early today. When I got home, my apartment was more spotless than usual. The bedding had been washed, ironed and put back on my bed, the floors were cleaned, my laundry was washed, dried, folded and put away and more importantly, the kitchen. I tend to leave coffee mugs out (thank you, ADHD!) but Vince washed those and some silverware left in the sink from last night.

As I drop my stuff on the couch, Vince came to greet me.

“Hey, baby,” he said after he kissed me. “I’m sorry I missed you this morning.”

“Hey, old man,” I said kissing him back, using my tongue to open his mouth to deepen the kiss. “Mmmm, baby. We’d still be in bed if you’d woken up this morning.”

“Yeah, we’d be sleeping,” he said as he smiled. “We’d be worn out, baby.”

“More like you’d be worn out,” I said as I slid my hands between his shirt and chest, gently tugging on his chest hair. “You’re 20 years older, baby. You’d be sleeping.”

I took my clothes off and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. I heard him follow me seconds later after throwing our clothes in the washer and he then joined me in the shower. We were quiet as we showered; there was quite the large elephant that we both felt like we wanted to talk about but we knew that we really didn't need to. After rinsing off, Vince turned the water off. I got out first, grabbed my towel and headed to my room; Vince dried off in bathroom, hanging the towel up on the towel rack before heading to my bedroom. 

"Deppgrl?" V asked. "You ok there, love? You're still wrapped in your towel....and your hair is dripping wet."

"What?" I asked. "Oh. ADHD brain."

"Excuse me?" V said. 

"It’s an executive function failure," I explained. "I have ADHD if you hadn't noticed. Or known. I knew what I came in here to do but sometimes my lack of completing tasks are worse when I am tired. Time blindness is also an issue."

"It all makes sense now," he said as he got dressed. "Want any help with anything?"

"I'm good," I said as I chuckled. "I'll be down momentarily."

V nodded his head and headed downstairs to order dinner. I put on an oversized shirt, panties and short shorts. I threw on my slippers and then headed downstairs. 

"Vince?" I hollered. "Where did you go, old man?"

"I'm in the kitchen, love," he said. "I'm getting plates and stuff ready for dinner. I feel like that we should talk about the SRO, his soon to be ex-wife and how you knew what was going on."

"Oh, this is going to be awkward," I laughed. "Let's have something to drink while I tell you."

"Okie dokie," V said. "I have the feeling that this is going to be funny!"

"Weird, strange, funny and interesting," I said. "So we had R as the original SRO at my school, ok? There was a change within the local police department and the school contract with them. R went to another school in the district and we ended up getting A - the SRO that's in the hospital right now. I saw R the other week at the school but he's now on the road as he had to change his schedule to work around his kids' schedule. Back to A. So we were a bit flirty, had coffee a few times followed by drinks and then became intimate. One night, he was super tired and after having a drinks with dinner - we had dinner here - A said something to the extent of that he feared that was his wife was poisoning him or something. I thought that was odd and the next morning, I said something in passing about his wife harming him; he turned white and said that he didn't remember saying anything. I knew that he’d remembered but he was just trying to cover his tracks."

"Odd but not weird," V said.

"Not yet anyways," I said. "I told A to get new toys for the kids and I'd put in a camera so that way, he could tape his wife doing shady shit to his food and drinks. He balked at the idea but finally agreed. He ended up getting multiples of the same thing so that way he could switch them out for when the batteries for the cameras died. When he was here, he felt fine and when we were at his apartment, he felt fine but when he was at home, his wife was adding stuff to his food and beverages. At school, he'd complain about not feeling well. I brought the cameras to my locals here - the state police - and they did what they did. One night that A was here, he was clearly drugged. He told me that if he's shot, it was his wife. I asked him what's going on. With whatever his wife used, he said that he heard his wife tell someone over the phone that she'd kill him by shooting him."

"Now it's getting weird," V said.

"It is," I said. "That's when I decided to leave marks on his body when we were intimate so his wife would get pissed enough to file for divorce. I have been cheated on - as you know - so I know what the feeling is like. So when she asked about a divorce attorney, I got her in touch with a divorce attorney who also works in domestic violence, etc. cases. I immediately contacted the state police by giving them access to ALL of the cameras I have outside of my apartment as I had the feeling that the ex-wife with either go after me or A here at my place. Since they lived close by, she harmed him there, ran by here and tried to get us to be her alibi."

"Oh wow," Vince said. 

"Yeah," I said. "Apparently, she's said to the attorney that I set her up with said stuff to him about trying to kill A. Thankfully, I 'offered' recordings anonymously to the police, I don't need to go to court. Normally, I wouldn't mind BUT A doesn't want the school to know that he and I were romantically involved as it is frowned upon for staff of opposite genders and sexes to fraternize if they are NOT engaged/married to each other. The school did find out that I visited him last night so I told them that I heard from his ex wife that he was hurt but I didn't give more information than that."

"I'm sure that there's more to this that you're going to tell me," he said.

"Yep!" I said. "I said that since he was asleep, I didn't truly 'visit' him and also, I couldn't since I wasn't family but I was informed that he would recover. The school was weird so I texted my friend - the divorce and  domestic violence attorney - and he came right away. He was allowed to come in and told them that they were harassing me as they were asking me the same questions but in different ways and they didn't have the right to do so as I was a concerned colleague. The administration let me leave with my attorney friend. When we were outside, he told me that he has a friend that works with security camera companies....that person was able to permanently delete footage that had A in view at my place as well as at his apartment and they were made seamlessly so it wouldn't be questioned. I saw the ‘updated’ tapes….they look fine and looked as if they were normal. Sounds illegal but isn't. Or I don’t think it’s illegal."

"Is that why A calls you 'Oz'?" V asked. 

"Yes," I said. "He doesn't know how much I know at this point in time. I won't share anything more than what he's aware of us until this whole court case thing with his ex-wife is over. Even then, it all depends on how much my attorney friend says on how much I can share with A."

The doorbell rang. V stood up to get the food...I was emotionally drained and a bit buzzed; I drank more wine than I should have on an empty stomach. Thankfully, V ordered Chinese food. He knows that it's comfort food for me. After plating our food, we ate in silence. I switched to drinking milk when we were eating. V cleaned up after we ate, I moved over to the couch in the living room, converting the couch into a bed.

I turned on the TV to have some background noise. V joined me - with a few blankets and water for both of us. I laid down, Vince laid down behind me and held me as we fell asleep. 

Baby, don’t hurt me….

My neighbor, Brick, heard me blare my music for the last few days. He knew it was me letting out steam from the shit shows with Vince and the SRO. Last night, he came over with some brownies, cookies and ice cream so I invited him in. We both enjoyed our bowls of chocolatey goodness as we talked about what happened with Vince and the SRO. Little did I know that he had became friends with Vince over the years and he knew the SRO through acquaintances **insert face palm here**. After helping me clean up from shoving our faces full of sugar, Brick hugged me tightly and kissed me on the top of my head; he gives great hugs. 

“Baby girl,” he said. “Men will always fall in love with you - trust me, I’ve been there and I’m still there. The forever bachelor in me would love to settle down with you but I know that Vince is the one for you. Sure, he lays it on thick and he can be dense on occasion but it’s so clear to everyone who’ve seen the both of you together that it’s meant to be. Try not giving him a hard time, my dear. He truly loves you and will do anything he can so he won’t lose you.”

“I don’t know, Brick,” I said as I was still hugging him. “With everything that’s happened between he and I over the last 20 odd years, I just don’t know what to do with him.”

“Take it day by day,” he said. “Nothing is stopping you from having fun but please be careful on your side adventures. The SRO did a number on you and I don’t like what he’s done to you nor to your spirit. Be the strong ass woman that you are and that you were born to be. Show him who’s boss!”

“Oh, Brick,” I sighed. “Right now, I just need to work on what’s been going on lately. As you know, Vince hurt me and I don’t trust him like I used to but he’s trying to make it up. The SRO used me to get out of his marriage and I used him for some fun. I’m just too damn old for this fucking shit.”

We hugged for another moment before letting go. He leaned down and kissed me; I was a bit surprised and my mouth opened a little bit - I, inadvertently, welcomed his kiss. He tasted like chocolate. And cigarettes. I pulled away and told him that cigarettes aren’t cool. He said that he knew and then let himself out to walk the 50 or so yards home. I sighed. Brick was a good friend despite tasting like cigarettes. Ew. I laughed and took a shower after using a copious amount of mouthwash. 

After getting dressed in my warmest and fuzziest sweats, I headed downstairs. I smelled flowers but then again I had just used my allergy nasal spray - always thought it smelled like flowers but what I smelled was stronger…when I saw my living room, I knew who exactly Brick let in….Vince. I immediately texted Brick to see what happened. He admitted Vince into my place, stayed there and then he locked up. I growled then gently said that he should’ve asked for my permission to let him in. Brick apologized. I let it go and headed to the kitchen.

“Oh, Vince,” I whispered when I saw him pouring champagne for us. “Baby, don’t hurt me…. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Oh, my love,” Vince said huskily after kissing me. “I won’t hurt you ever again. I’ve missed you so much, darling.”

“Let’s head upstairs after we finish the champagne,” I said. “We have some catching up to do.”

“That we do,” he said. “But my friend of a friend is ready to set his restaurant up for the two of us again. That is if you want to.”

“When do we need to leave?” I asked begrudgingly; I really didn’t want to go. I was tired and wanted to stay at home. 

“In an hour,” he said as he gently began to kiss my neck. “We can catch up for a little bit, love!”

I took his hand and we went upstairs. We stripped, got onto my bed and we were intimate for quite a while. Afterwards, I looked at the clock; we had 15 minutes to get ready. We showered and got dressed; he was in a navy suit and I was in a form fitting blue dress with matching stilettos and purse (I quickly threw my stuff in there).

As we were heading out the door to meet George, the SRO’s soon to be ex wife was at the door. 

“Ummmmm, hi?” I said. “Are you ok? Is he ok?”

“I guess,” she said. “Please go to the hospital after you head home from wherever you’re coming from. He’s been shot.”

“Oh sweetie,” I sighed as I shook my head. “Was it an accident or did you do it on purpose?”

“What?!” she started. “What do you mean?”

“He told me that if he gets shot, there’s a good chance that you were involved,” I said. “I laughed it off but I gave the local police 24/7 access to my recording doorbell not long afterwards. They saw you run across it an hour ago, covered in blood and freaking out. I know you had something to do with it, so does he and so does my local department….the state police.”

She turned white.  As she tried to run, the police caught her and arrested her. Her bandaged husband nodded his head to both Vince and I, he smiled a pained smile and he was assisted back into the ambulance that rolled up after the police arrived; he needed to go back to stay at the hospital and heal more before he was officially released. 

As Vince was helping me into his car, the SRO texted me: “The all knowing Oz. Thank you for saving my life by getting me out of that marriage.”

I showed Vince the text and then we went to the restaurant for dinner. He asked how I knew and I said that I am Oz; I know and see all. He dropped it. We didn’t talk much during dinner; he wanted to talk more but seeing the man I had spread my legs for in the past few days put a damper on Vince’s mood. On the way back to my place, he asked if I wanted visit the SRO in the hospital. I said that I just wanted to check on his status with his nurses. Vince sighed heavily, rolled his eyes and said ok. I knew that he wasn’t happy with me being checking in on someone I used to be intimate with but he trusted me. 

When I got to his room, he was asleep so I went to the nurse’s station. I identified myself as a friend of his and the nurses all smiled; they all knew who I was. I asked them to not give me a ton of details due to privacy laws but I wanted to know if he was ok and will continue to heal. They said yes and I left. 

I headed back to Vince’s car and we headed back to my place for the rest of the night. I got undressed and hopped into bed, falling asleep immediately despite Vince being frustrated; he was frustrated that I care about the well-being of a colleague. 

Last week was quite the week

Last week was definitely an interesting week. The SRO's wife served him divorce papers as she - surprisingly enough - reached out to me to find a good divorce attorney. He signed them that Sunday morning (a week ago yesterday), she submitted them to her attorney and she emailed me everything mid morning on Monday. We had a great talk; he’s had only emotional affairs before and I’m the only one he had a physical affair with. She doesn’t hold me fully accountable; she does her soon to be ex husband.

On Monday after work, I ran home, showered and did chores around the house as the SRO was due to be over around 5:30 pm. He brought dinner from my favorite diner, we caught the news, I moved the laundry along and then we stayed up until 1:30 in the morning talking.

The rest of the week, we took turns hosting every other night. We had our routine of having dinner while we watched the news then spending the rest of the night getting to know each other and of course, having sex. We had so fun getting to know each other. It wasn't everything all at once but it was tidbits here and there (like our boundaries, food likes/dislikes, any food allergies, etc. how important family/friends are to us) however we didn't discuss his marriage nor divorce and we didn't discuss Vince. I didn't want to hear that I was part of the cause of the divorce as I already knew and the wife didn't fully blame me (although I could tell when she reached out to me that she did place **some** blame on me); I didn't want to hear about the kids that they had together. He asked about Vince but I didn't talk much about him other than that I always find myself back in his arms when things don't work out. 

He - the SRO office - seems to be wanting more as he's been talking about taking me out on future dates. I keep shutting that down as I don't see a future with him. He asked me one time about it and only one time.

"Why don't you see something long term with me?" he asked me. "I see us together for a long time.""

"Seriously?" I asked incredulously. "You're really asking me why I don't see us long term?"

"Yeah," he said. "I'm curious."

"Wow," I said. "Let's talk this through, ok? We met about a month ago. You're wife knew about us from the get go and then she reached out to me for a divorce attorney. The said divorce papers are now been on a judge's desk for almost a full business week. Lastly, we both know that you and I were both part of the divorce. The side chick - which is me in this case - hardly stays with the man she slept with as he one, tries to get his wife back and two, will move onto another woman or multiple women if he can't get back with his wife."

"Oh," he said.

"I've been down this road a few times," I said. "I didn't want to go down this road again but yet, I did."

He was a bit dejected but understood a bit more. The whole conversation put a big damper on our time together so soon afterwards, I packed up my stuff and left, leaving his spare key that he gave me. He'd texted and called a few times to try to get me to come back to his place. I said that if he had actually respected me, he'd respect the boundaries that I'd set. Since then, he left me alone for the most part.

Until today. I minded my own business, doing what I needed to do, take care of the students that I am assigned to and only interacted him with when needed. One of the teachers that I directly work with had asked me to make copies of something - which I did - the SRO followed me into the copy room.

"Hey, beautiful," he said. "I've missed you."

"I'm sure you did," I said kinda sarcastically as I internally rolled my eyes into another dimension. "I'm sure that you've said that to the woman who kept your bed warm after I left."

"How did you....?" he began.

"I see all and know all," I said. "I am the great and powerful Oz!"

He chuckled. I turned to him to tell him that moving forward that we are to be nothing but professional towards each other, there won't be any 'sleepovers' nor coming to me unless it was work related, that kinda thing. He nodded and then left the copy room.

I haven't heard much from Vince since the weekend before. He has reached out to me to say hi, asked how I was doing and that he misses me. I said that I was fine and that I hope he is well. I know he misses me as much as I miss him - I just won't admit to him how much I miss him. 

I don't know if Vince and I will ever be together like we once were or if we need to permanently stay apart from each other. It is true that I do go to him when things don't end the way I sometimes want/expect with certain men and he has ALWAYS welcomed me back with open arms. What I do know that deep down inside, we both have immense love for each other.

Drinks with the old man before fun over the weekend but things change (the weekend of 1/26/24-1/28/29)

Vince and I met late Friday afternoon of last week - like 5 ish - for some drinks, food and adult fun before I left to have fun with the SRO from work. 

V and I weren’t at the pub long before we left to go to his place. As soon as his front door closed, we stripped and went straight to his bed where he spread my legs and rode me. Once he was done with my apex, he bit the inside of both of my thighs - near my apex! - to mark that he was in me. I rolled onto my stomach so V could ride my apex from behind. He shot one last massive load in me, spanked me as his penis was twitching inside of me and moaned my name. 

He pulled out begrudgingly and he watched me get dressed. He knew what my plans are for the weekend and my desire for the SRO’s penis. Both V and I care for each other so it was easy to see that he was a bit hurt; he looked rather morose. He was still quite hard so I stroked his penis and he climaxed onto my hands. I quickly washed my hands, kissed V softly and left.

A few minutes later, I arrived at the SRO’s apartment and let myself in. He came out of the kitchen with a couple of wine glasses and a few bottles of wine. As we were drinking and talking, we were trying to figure out the possible plans for the weekend. We both wanted to spend some time in bed but we knew that we wanted a bit more than that considering that we work together. One thing led to another as we talked and we headed up to his room, undressing on the way.

I climbed up on his bed, spread my legs and played with myself as he watched until he mounted me a few minutes later. He almost climaxed in me right away but he didn’t. As he rode me, he bit and squeezed my breasts as hard as he could. I loved the pain that he caused me. He climaxed in my apex a few times before pulling out and had me roll onto my stomach. I felt him spread my ass cheeks before rimming me.

“Your sweet little apex can barely fit me,” he said as he’s putting the tip of his penis in my ass. “I want to try if your fine ass can take me, baby. I’ll try to be gentle but no promises.”

“Just use plenty of lube,” I moaned, loving how the tip of his massive penis felt. 

I felt him pour lube over my ass after pulling out and heard him moan as he rubbed lube on his ready penis…knowing how ready he was, I’m sure he leaked a bit of his pre-climax. I felt him slide his penis in my ass and it hurt. I screamed as he climaxed; I felt every drop of his essence being shot in me. He began thrusting in and out of my ass and it felt super painful; not in the good way. Seconds later, I passed out. 

I woke up a few minutes later to him hovering, only in a pair of boxers; he’d placed an ice pack on my ass. He looked worried. 

“The second you passed out, I stopped, baby,” he explained. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I’m so sorry!”

“Thank you,” I said as I removed the ice. “I appreciate you stopping. The ice is a bit much though. Come back to bed, baby.”

He threw the ice pack out and came back, finding me with my legs spread for him. In no time, he slid into me again and started riding me. Fuck me…what a perfect penis. With his help, I crossed my legs and put my ankles on his shoulders…this created an even tighter space for him. A few thrusts later, we’re both climaxing. I felt his essence spewing - unleashed - deep inside of my cervix. 

I took my legs from his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his waist and flipped us over. I rode this gorgeous man’s penis like my life depended on it. I rode him until his heavy balls were drained in my cervix. As his penis was twitching and pulsating in me, he said that he LOVED having me ride him, but it’s his role - as a man - to do the riding. I told him that if that’s the case, he needs to restrain me to the bed and give me his glorious penis. His penis twitched once more, shooting the remaining of his essence inside of me.

He pulled out, gave me a shirt to wear and carried me downstairs then he went back upstairs to change the sheets. After coming back downstairs, he opened up more wine and put some cheese and crackers on a plate. Neither one of us were hungry but we sure were thirsty…we had another three bottles of wine split between us. 

We laid down on the large couch - with a heavy blanket - I was ready to fall asleep. I lifted the shirt past my waist and he’d taken his boxers off then he pulled me close against his chest. I nestled my hips by his penis and I promptly fell into a light sleep. 

Some time later, I woke up to him sliding into my semi swollen apex from behind. I moaned his name and he called me his pillow princess. He began to thrust faster in and out of me…I could tell that he was trying NOT to climax right away.

“Yessssssssss, baby,” I moaned. “Don’t stop.”

“There isn’t enough time in the world for me to drain myself in you,” he said. “You’re so tight, baby. I’m going to fill you up so much.”

“Yesssssss,” I moaned. 

He pulled out of me, carried me to his bed, spread my legs and ripped my shirt off, he handcuffed me to his bed and put my legs in restraints and he finally slid into me. He rode me hard and fast, filling me up with his essence. I’m screaming in pleasure.

“Oh my gods,” I screamed. “Don’t stop!”

“I don’t plan on it, baby,” he panted. “We’ll stop for breaks but other than that, I won’t stop.” 

He rode me for a while longer. By the time we were done, it was around 12:15 am. After climbing off of me, I went to the bathroom to take a shower and take my contacts out. As I went back to his bedroom, he’d changed the sheets yet again and moved the previous bedding into the dryer. I sighed, turned around and went downstairs to get some water. 

When I was raiding his fridge for his pitcher of filtered water, I found some juice and drank the rest of the contents straight from the container. I went back to the couch, laid down and covered myself with the blanket that we’d left behind a few hours ago. Seconds later, I fell asleep. 

I woke up a few hours later Saturday morning, finding myself in his bed with him and his arms around me. I wiggled free so I could shower, brush my teeth and get my day started. Once dressed in my booty shorts and baggy shirt, I went downstairs to get coffee started and then drank half a gallon of water before pouring cereal and milk in a bowl. 

I quickly ate, drank 3 mugs of coffee and cleaned up the kitchen, I moved to the laundry. I pulled the sheets from the dryer out, folded them and then moved the sheets from the washer into the dryer. I found my charger, plugged in my phone and laid down on the couch to rest. 

He woke me up an hour later by kissing me and squeezing my breasts. I reached up to massage his hardening penis. He picked me up, carried me to his room, helped me get undressed and help me get on his bed. I spread my legs for him; my apex was already wet and dripping. He spread my legs a little bit more and then he slid me, thrusting his penis in me as hard and as fast as he could. We climaxed together and he shot his essence deep into my cervix; I loved it. 

As his penis was still twitching inside of me when I bit down hard on the base of his neck. That not only got him mad - his wife would see the bite mark - but also super hard. He picked up the pace as I left bite marks all over his chest and neck; I even bit his nipples. He pulled my hair so I left more bite marks and hickies on his neck. He growled at me and it made me want to leave more teeth marks everywhere on him. He spewed many loads of his essence in my apex.

He pulled out. I grabbed my birth control from my purse, took it and joined him back in bed. I started licking and sucking his penis.

“My wife will kill me for these hickies…,” he moaned. 

“Oh? Whose choice is it to be with me?” I asked. “Nobody is making you do anything that you don't want to do.”

“Yeah, that's true,” he said as he kissed me. “I need you again and then I’ll take you out lunch.”

“Who cares about food?” I asked. “We both know that I’m here to get laid!” 

He laughed as he spread my legs and rode me like he had been deprived of sex. He took my right leg, moved it to his shoulder (which lifted my hips) and began to thrust as hard as he could. I pinched his nipples and bit different spots on his neck. In the hour and half he was riding me, we climaxed several times; he screamed my name each time he spewed his essence in me. 

I rode him only once in that time. I took my time and rode him painfully slow. Each time I slid down his ginormous penis, I screamed. He spewed such a large load in me, I thought it would make me fly off of him.

When he was fully drained, he pulled out of me. I got up and hopped into the shower. He joined me a few minutes later after tossing the essence covered sheets into the washer. Seriously - how many sets of sheets did this man have? He pushed me against the shower wall, spread legs and thrusted into my sore apex. A few thrusts later, we screamed each other’s name and he poured his essence in me. He pulled out and we finished our shower. Fuck, I was going to be sore.

After getting out and getting dressed (I was in sneakers, skinny jeans and a sweater; he was in jeans, sneakers, a nice shirt and a vest), we headed to his motorcycle. Before I got on, I asked if he’d be ok if I touched him/wrapped my arms around him. He laughed and said that he'd be fine. I put the helmet that gave me on, hopped onto the motorcycle, wrapped my arms around him and then we were off! 

It was a quick drive to a dive of a diner...to be honest, those are my favorite kind of diners. We ordered sandwiches, soup and soda. It was a little awkward at first when we started talking after we ordered; we've been so used to having sex and enjoying the other's body that it was a bit awkward for us to talk but once we received our food. It was quite interesting to learn about him, his family and his decision to step out on his wife.

He said that despite loving and being in love with his wife, he felt a "connection" with me and wanted to be with me to some degree - even if it was a short while. I asked if his wife knew and he said that he thinks she knows to some extent but he doesn't know how much she truly knows however he thinks that she'd know when he sees her again that coming Monday. I then asked what his intentions are with me. He said that 1. he'd like to continue to be colleagues (that was obvious statement) 2. not do this hookup thing as he does want to remain with his wife 3. he wants to try to be friends. I wanted to laugh then I said out loud that I wonder what his wife will say once she sees the hickies that I left on him. He laughed nervously, said that his wife wouldn't be happy and that he's curious to what she'd say. I said that she'd probably ask for a divorce and that this weekend would be the last time that he and I would be intimate/physical as I am not his wife nor am I a homewrecker. I know, I know.....I'm homewrecking now.  

After eating, he paid and he headed back to his motorcycle. I decided to walk back to the apartment, clearly he beat me there. I wanted some time to figure out how he and I can work together after all of this. When we got back into the apartment, he wanted to watch a movie but I wanted to rest. We compromised by stripping, got into bed, I rested as he’d watch a movie on his phone. I fell asleep in minutes. 

About an hour later, I woke up for a few seconds; his arms were around me and I was pulled close to him. I fell back asleep feeling his penis harden and twitch. Definitely had the feeling that he’d wake me up by riding my apex. 

He did wake me up about an hour later by kissing and caressing my body, paying special attention to my apex. I moaned. He stopped what was doing, spread my legs, slid into me and began to ride me like there was no tomorrow. I was so incredibly turned by his animalistic riding that I lifted my hips, wrapped my legs around his waist and wrapping my arms around his torso and I flipped us so I was on top. I rode him slowly. He grabbed my hips so he could try to change the pace, I didn't allow it and put him in the handcuffs attached to the bed. He said that this was a first as his wife isn't as adventurous.

I immediately got off of his penis, walked to the kitchen and sighed. Yes, I left him in the handcuffs...they are the "specialty" kind where if they get tugged on, they pull away and the person is released. I heard him get up and make his way over to the kitchen

“Hey, baby,” he said after giving me one of his sweatshirts to put on. “I know that I fucked up and being married doesn't help. I shouldn't have mentioned my wife while we were making love - ”

“Making love?” I asked. “Dude. You are a married man and you're cheating on your wife with me - a woman that you work with and who is NOT your wife. Let's just call it what it is, ok? We're fucking and you won't leave her for me.”

“Baby,” he sighed as he placed his arms around me and kissed me on the top of my head. “I'm so sorry that I put you into this situation and also for hurting you when I mentioned my wife. It isn't fair to you that I rub my being married in your face. I'll totally understand if you want to pack up and leave here.”

“Your wife does NOT deserve this and neither do I,” I said as I grabbed my phone. “I'm not a toy to be played with. I'm going to pack up and leave. I'm not doing this right now nor ever again.”

    

“A toy, huh?” he asked as he smiled. “Is that what you think that you are to me?"

"Yes," I said as I face palmed myself. "You're a married man and I'm not your wife, dude. Please, just let me be as I gather my crap so I can leave."

"Ok," he said as he tried to kiss me. I moved away before he could make kiss me. I took clean clothes out of my bag to get dressed then I gathered the clothes that I'd worn and stuffed them in my bag. I went through his place for the second time to make sure that I didn't miss anything. Thankfully, I didn't. I grabbed my jacket out of the foyer closet, grabbed my stuff and left without telling him as he was switching his laundry. 

I didn't want to go home yet and didn't know where to go but somehow I ended up at Vin's. I closed my eyes and sat in my car for who knows how long. I heard a knock on my window. I barely opened my one eye and saw that it was The Old Man. I unlocked my car, he opened my door, helped me get out and wrapped his arms around me, kissing me on the top of my head.

"There's my girl," he whispered. "Didn't work out, baby girl?"

"Hey, Old Man," I whispered back, loving being in his arms again. "No, it didn't. Does it ever work out with any of the married men I get involved with? The answer is no. I never expected this bafoon to leave his wife - not the others either - but something just felt off. He made this off hand comment about his wife while we were intimate and I was immediately turned off. I didn't want to go home afterwards but I didn't know where to go. Somehow, I ended up here."

"I'm glad you did, sweetie," Vin said as he was pulling away. "Wanna grab your stuff and come in? I'll do your laundry, we'll open a bottle of wine and we can listen to Josh Groban. Sound good?"

"Me too," I said as I leaned up to kiss his cheek. "Vin? I've missed this - being in your arms and being in your company. Can we please do ice cream and cookies?"

"Sure," he said. "I'll grab your stuff and you can bring your beautiful self. While I do your laundry, why don't you hop in the shower? I have some of your sweats here. Take your time, love."

I nodded in agreement and followed him into his apartment. I kicked off my shoes, stripped and headed to the en suite bathroom attached to his bedroom. I turned on the water to get it hot, grabbed a towel and found some rose scented body wash; it was my favorite and Vin always loved it on me. I adjusted the water, hopped in, washed myself head to toe followed by the rose scented body wash. After rinsing off, I turned the water, grabbed the towel, dried off and brushed my hair, swiped on some of his deodorant, brushed my teeth and got dressed. I hung up the towel and went to find Vin in the living room.

There were candles were lit, wine was poured, bowls of ice cream and cookies were ready, the couch was converted into a bed and there were plenty of blankets. I got adjusted, Vin handed me a bowl and put the glass of wine at the side table. Before moving away, he leaned down and kissed me. He pulled away a few seconds later.

"I'm so sorry, my love," Vin said. "You don't need this right now. You came here for support."

"I want more," I said as I started eating my cookies and ice cream. "I've missed being in your arms."

"We'll talk about this later, ok?" he said as he turned up the volume of the Josh Groban cd that he had put in. We had our wine, cookies and ice cream in quiet. After finishing, he tossed the bowls into the dishwasher. When he came back, I told him that I was going to take a nap for a little bit. He said that he'd set a timer as he made reservations for dinner in a little bit. I nodded my head and laid down. As I was falling asleep, I felt him get onto the bed and wrap me up tight in his arms. I vaguely remember telling him that he smelled great before falling asleep.

The alarm went off way too soon in my opinion. I got up, brushed my teeth, took another quick shower, and wrapped myself up in the towel before looking for V. I found him in the guest room looking in the closet. He, too, had taken a shower.

"Hey," I said as I hugged him. "You smell nice, Old Man."

"So do you, baby," he said. "I still have some of your clothes in here. We're going to a nice restaurant...you ok with putting on a dress?"

"If I'm with you, then yes," I said. "Do you want to get dressed in your room and I get dressed in here?"

"We'll get dressed in here together," he said. "The only dress that you have here has a zipper. I can help you with that."

I slid the dress on, put on my shoes that went with the dress and turned around so Vin could zip the zipper for me. I went to the bathroom to dry and do my hair and put some makeup on. I found some rose scented lotion in the bathroom. I put on only a little bit.

When I went to tell Vin that I was ready, he saw me and smiled. He walked over to me, leaned down to kiss me. I deepened the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulled myself flush to his body. I could feel his penis harden. He pulled away.

"I promised myself that I'd behave," he said. "I found a small black purse in case you wanted to bring anything with you. I'll go get it."

I grabbed my phone, chapstick, a phone charger and my inhaler as he went to get the purse. He came back with it and a wrap for me to wear. I tossed my stuff into the purse and he helped me put on the wrap (to be honest, I really didn't need his assistance). He grabbed his jacket, keys and phone then came over to me to tell me that George would be picking us up in a few minutes. I smiled. I enjoyed George's company and his respect for Vin and I's privacy. We went outside as George arrived. Vin helped me get in the back before going around to get in on the other side.

"How are you, George?" I asked.

"Doing well, Deppgrl," he said. "Good to see you again."

"Good to see you too!"

George put the car in gear and took us off to the restaurant that V had made reservations at. Everything from when I got to the SRO's place last night to earlier today just hit me hard and I fell asleep. When V woke me up, it felt like I was asleep for only a few seconds instead of an hour. 

"Baby, wake up," V said. "We're a few minutes away from the restaurant."

"Mmm'kay, old man," I said. "What restaurant are we at?"

"A friend of a friend's restaurant," he said. "You'll like it. It's Italian."

"Gimme the garlic," I said. "Gimme the carbs!!"

George pulled in and parked by the front door. V got out, came around to my side of the car, opened the door and helped me out of the car (fuck, this dress is tight!!); he used his hip to close the door. V took my hand and led me inside of the restaurant. The restaurant was so beautiful; the lights were low, many rose scented candles were lit and spread out around the restaurant, Josh Groban was playing and awfully quiet.

"V...?" I asked. "Why are we the only ones here?"

"As I said, the restaurant is a friend of a friend's," he started to explain. "I called in a favor, asked if I could reserve the restaurant for the two of us. I don't know what our future is, honey, but I am so in love with you and I want you in my life every single day of my life - I want to marry you but I know how you feel about marriage in general. You're one of the smartest, funniest, classiest, sarcastic, sassy, strong willed, stubborn, strong minded, independent, foul mouthed and confident women I have ever met. You're worth more than you know."

"Call George, please," I said. "I'm going back to your place, grabbing my stuff and head back to my place. How many times are we going to do this, V? I know how you feel about me but I can't keep doing this. Whenever something doesn't work out with a guy, I come back to you...you always welcome me back with open arms. I know there's a connection and feel the connection and holy shit is it strong! You can't keep trying to win me over. You have to stop playing this game."

"Baby....Deppgrl...I'm not playing some game," V said. "I genuinely am in love with you. I want to take you out to dinner, treat you well and show you your worth because you've been hurt by so many jerks. Honey, I am not proposing to you again and I am not trying to force marriage on you....just trying to share with you about how I feel about you."

"Please give me your phone," I said. "I am calling George myself. Hey, George. Hope you didn't go too far. Please take at least me back to the old man's place, I don't care how he gets back. Yeah? Ok, I'll meet you outside. Bye. Vin, I don't care if you come with me or not but this is the end of everything....I will be packing ALL of my shit when I get back to your place. Here's your phone back."

"Deppgrl, please wait." he pleaded as I left the restaurant but I ignored him. 

George was waiting for me and had the front passenger door open for me. I got in, he closed the door for me, he hopped in and he sped off. Vin kept calling me. I rolled the window down, tossed my phone out the window and then closed the window. In the morning, I'd get a new phone but I just didn't want to deal with him at the moment. I knew that I hurt him and shut him out - I feel a little bad for that but I don't feel bad for standing up for my boundaries. 

George got us to Vin's in no time. He came in with me, helped me grab everything that I'd brought with me, shoving everything we could in my overnight bag and what didn't fit we threw in a large garbage bag. George's phone rang; I heard him sigh but he answered.

"Vince, she doesn't want to talk to you," George explained. "I've been driving the both of you for a long time; I've seen and heard a ton of shit that I didn't want to and a ton of it kinda scarred me. For life. She loves you too but you're laying it on way to fucking thick plus you're not respecting her boundaries. She threw her phone out of the window, dude."

I left the room but I still could hear George's voice but I was unable to understand what he's saying. What I did know was that he has my back. I was just so fed up and annoyed that I didn't hear George come into the room.

"Do you have everything?" he asked.

"I do," I said. "Look, I am annoyed, tired, cranky and all that stuff. Since I tossed my phone and I know that you're concerned about me....you're more than welcome to follow me home."

"I am definitely following you home and I will make sure that you get in your building safely," he said. "I'll help you carry your stuff to your car."

I found my keys, took Vin's spare key off of my key ring and we left. George was right on my tail and I am glad he was. I knew and trusted that he’d take care of me and my safety. It wasn’t a long drive to which George was thankful; he knew that the last few days have been a little rough emotionally. 

“You’ll be ok, right?” George asked me. “Want me to get someone for you like your brother?”

“I’m fine. Please tell my brother that I’m ok and safe; I’ve got no plans to hurt or unalive myself,” I said. “Also, please tell him to turn around and go home.”

“Will do, kiddo,” he said as he kissed my cheek . “I don’t think that he’ll listen. I’m off. Please lock up after I leave.”

George and I hugged before he left. He was a good man and I would’ve loved for him to be a part of my family. I locked up as I promised him; all 5 locks. And no, Vin no longer has a key. My brother didn’t stop by but I did email him before going to bed. 

I stripped, washed my face, took out my contacts and went to bed. Before I fell asleep, I logged into the school’s absence management app to call out for the morning for a mental health morning. Within a few minutes, I received several emails from my administrators to see how I was as they’re aware of my anxiety and depression. I replied to each email stating that I was fine but had a rough weekend and that I’d see my therapist in the morning before heading to work. They all replied that they were happy that I was taking care of my mental health and that they’re proud of me for doing so.

I went to bed and fell asleep immediately. I woke up at my normal time, got ready for work and got my computer ready for a Zoom appointment with my therapist. As I was waiting, I scooped myself some ice cream and sat down on my couch. 

As I finished my ice cream, my therapist popped up on my screen. We spoke for an hour and a half about the weekend, the SRO and Vince. My therapist said that I’m strong and that she’s proud of me for getting through tough times. 

We got off the meeting and I started packing up my stuff for work. I was both excited and nervous to work; the SRO would - clearly - be there. I’m hoping that we won’t see each other and that if we do, I’d hope it wasn’t awkward. Knowing me, it most likely would. 

I left about 20 minutes before I needed to as I needed to go to the phone store to get another one. The second I walked in, all the staff could do was roll their eyes and laughed. I said that my phone was smashed into smithereens due to an accidental drop. They definitely knew better! I picked out a phone as they accessed my account. 

Because I’d been a loyal customer of the company for 10 years, they knocked off most of the fees and charges and taxes. I only had to shell out $15 which wasn’t too bad considering the cost of cell phones these days. They helped me set up my phone and then I was out the door. 

When I got to work, I had a text from V. He - as usual - was long winded in the text. I sighed as I opened the text. Apparently, he got a lift home from his friend of a friend (after paying him a large sum of money for use and non use of the restaurant) and George was there. The two of them had a super long talk about what happened, the lack of respect of my boundaries, etc. V said that he just wanted to apologize to me. 

As I walked into the school, I replied to his text with “Ok.” and left it at that. I checked my mailbox and headed to the classroom where I needed to be. Until I heard his voice. 

“I got you some coffee,” the voice said. “I’m so sorry for the weekend.” 

“I hope you mean that,” I whispered as a student walked by, taking the coffee that the SRO offered. “What did your wife have to say? She want a divorce?”

“She knew from the first time we were together,” he said. “I don’t know how but she knew. When I got home after you left, I told her everything and showed her my hickies and bites. She showed me the divorce papers and I signed them. I’ll be moving the rest of my clothes out when she and the kids are out.”

“She’s a smart woman,” I said. “Women just know when their partner isn’t faithful. I’m glad she knows and that she had divorce papers. She actually texted me for the number a good divorce attorney. I need to go.”

I let myself into the classroom and all the kids screamed my name out of excitement. I greeted them all by name and they settled down. The rest of the day went smoothly. I checked my mailbox one more time before leaving. I didn’t have anything but I heard the SRO clear his throat. I looked up at him. He pulled me into the corner and kissed me hard, parting my lips with his tongue. I opened my mouth and deepened the kiss. We heard the door open and close so we jumped apart.

“That’s wear I found the keys to your handcuffs,” I said. 

“Thanks. Have a great afternoon,” he said as he winked.