I remember I went cold the following Monday, when I heard Sharon had
been fired Friday for her extended lunch. When I heard that her
husband had phoned her boss to complain about it, my coldness turned
to ice. Why hadn’t she told me? How could she have done what she
did to me? What was so wrong with me, that someone could think they
could do something like that and have everything be OK? That really said
a lot about my worth as a human being. I tried to take a leave of
absence from work, but the inactivity made me think of her all the more
so I quickly went back. I’d never hurt so much in all my life.

Even after I caught my breath, I could still feel myself pumping away
inside her, contracting and shooting the warm liquid brought up by the
fury of our passion. I looked up at Sharon, and she was smiling at me -
a very satisfied, fulfilled, womanly smile. I kissed her.

Back in the car, my mind was going a mile a minute. This weekend, I’d
go check out jewelry stores, and see what diamonds would cost me. A
woman like that deserves the best, and I’d use my whole savings if need
be. I was NOT going to let this one get away! I turned to watch her
beautiful face as she drove. She saw me out of the corner of her
eyes, and smiled, and took my hand…