It Began...Survivor Challenge #7

Born from a glance, to a casual hello, time spent together, sharing thoughts, ideas, casual conversation. Until the talk, becomes a little more personal. A little more familiar. Telling a lot more, the information, beyond that which you tell someone that is just a co-worker...The inuendos start. You are unhappy, he is unhappy. And yet, you hold back. Thinking all the while, this can't be happening. What would he want with me? I am nothing, nobody special, and yet there he is, saying all the right things, and there you are believing him. The plot thickens, you are sending pages, e-mails, spending breaks together. Talking more, until the talking becomes less, and the contact becomes more. Trying to be discreet, as the two of you meet, for every break, the kisses start...So intense, leaving you wanting more...The touching, the teasing, driving you crazy, each time you see him, knowing that soon you two will meet. And it will start again. Welcoming the next level. .Making plans to meet, his house. .His wife out of town. Just once, won't hurt, you tell yourself, as you lie to get away from work early. Not wanting to be caught yourself. Meeting him there, the passion increases, until you find each other wrapped in an embrace, that feels so wonderful. Pleasing each other, as you thought no other could. When it's all over, lying next to each other, talking about hopes and dreams. Sharing, what you never thought possible to share. As time passes, and it is time to leave. Hoping that it will not be visible to your spouse. Hoping all the more that this will happen again. Taking these chances, every time you can, although infrequently. But knowing it can, and it will happen again. This is the affair. The thing you never thought you would do, and yet here you are, longing to tell the next lie, to get to be with him. Knowing it is wrong, but at the same time, feeling it is right. Traveling this route, until you get caught, or, he says goodbye, and the affair, dies, quicker than it began.....Um, well, hope this is right..I tried.. :) Written April 5th, 2002 © on Apr 05 2002 12:43 AM PST, Deborah Wolz   0 • 1