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Meet #27 Part 2 Goodbye again

Monday, August 11, 2014
I woke him right on the dot of 7 am as he’d requested, and we talked a bit more.  I was sitting at my desk, and he was standing beside me.  I hugged him around the waist.  He said he can not be in touch, should not see me.  He needs to say goodbye and mean it.  I told him I understand.  
I feel really calm about it this time, as I had a chance to know he is okay, making good progress, thinks well of me but needs to focus on his life.  I told him not to worry about me, but to remember I am here when he needs me.  I invited him to Thanksgiving Dinner if he doesn’t get a better offer.  My sister always has “orphans” there so he could blend in.

So… it’s a beautiful day and I am off to the North Shore with Hubby to eat lobster and celebrate being alive!  Today is the third anniversary of the end of my cancer treatment!
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Meet #27 Up on the roof

Sunday, August 10, 2014
I had a quiet Sunday morning, caught up on project work.  My phone beeped a little after lunch time. 
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from: Kris
to: Sassy
date: Sundary, August 10, 2014 12:42 pm
subject: seriously torn 
if my ambivalence was any higher i’d be schizophrenic.  deleted your phone number already. text it to me again.  or don’t…if my craziness is just too much.  even you have to have limits…though for whatever reason even i never found where they were….since you remained so “unflappable” all the time (bet no one’s used that word much with you lately)….
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I texted him my number again.  With a smiley.  
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I dashed off to a project meeting at 5 pm.  We got done in record time – 32 minutes!  
I had this very strong feeling that Kris would contact me again tonight.  I sat in my car for a few minutes after the meeting, wishing he’d ask me to dinner.  I couldn’t resist any longer.  I texted him.  “Dinner?”  I was going to offer to drive to NH so we could eat and talk at a restaurant. 
I went home and ate some of the bounty from my trip to the farm stand with Mom yesterday – fresh local corn, veggie risotto.  Twenty minutes after I got home, my phone beeped.  
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Me: Dinner?  5:41 PM
Kris: k…for me to contact u this way i might as well have just fucked u…in terms of having to hide things. u know me well enough to know exactly what i mean. dont reply right now…will write again soon. 6:01 PM
Kris: ok miss smarty pants…let’s play “Clue” and see how smart u really r… 😉 …. Here’s ur 1st clue…… 6:20 PM
Kris: Martin Milmore, sculptor, Boston….”American Union preserved…African slavery destroyed by the uprising of a great people…by the blood of fallen heroes.” (side of Sphinx). 6:25 PM
Kris: Jump in any time….need another clue? 6:26 PM
Kris: Tell boyfriend you’ll blow him later….have to play a game with a strange man. 6:27 PM
Kris: 😉 lol 6:28 PM
Me: 🙂 6:29 PM
Kris: ok….guess 6:29 PM
Me: Don’t have to guess. I know. But it closes at 7 pm. 6:30 PM
Kris: what’s the answer? 6:31 PM
Me: Mount Auburn Cemetery 6:32 PM
Kris: what about it? 6:32 PM
Me: Isn’t that right? 6:33 PM
Kris: yeah….but specifically. 6:33 PM
Me: the Civil War monument in front of the chapel 6:34 PM
Kris: yes. but in reference to me…right now 6:35 PM
Me: You wish you were there? 6:36 PM
Kris: close 6:36 PM
Me: You are there? 6:37 PM
Kris: yes 6:37 PM
Kris: think it closes at 8 6:38 PM
Me: Wow! Why? 6:38 PM
Me: May I join you? 6:39 PM
Kris: yes….reason I’m here….shouldnt….but want to….can u meet me at office? 6:42 PM
Kris: no wonder boys didnt like u. too smart. 😉 6:43 PM
Me: Yes 6:43 PM
Me: :p 6:46 PM
Me: You make me smile! 6:48 PM
Kris: ;)….u know i shouldnt b doing this…. and Will only b stealing a little time. sure u want to come?here today…..gone tomorrow 6:56 PM
Me: Do you have your earring in 6:58 PM
Kris: that’s random! but yes. bike too… leaving chaps on just for u… 😉 7:00 PM
Me: Almost there 7:03 PM
Kris: k 7:03 PM
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Kris played a guessing game with me, but the upshot was that he was sitting in the cemetery near my dad’s stone and wondered if I wanted to join him!  He had not seen my invite to dinner – he was driving to meet me!  Strange and wonderful how our minds were on the same track! 
I drove like a demon and made it there in 15 minutes. I was worried he would change his mind.  I pulled in at the office and there he was!  Phew!
He was sitting on his motorcycle, wearing full leathers.  So sexy!  I got a great, simple hug then we strolled through the flora and fauna and headstones.  We sat on the bench in the middle of Spruce Knoll and caught up on each other’s lives.  He asked me first thing if I had been with other men.  I told him about the two sexy phone calls, seeing the Blog Fan and the awful lunch with The Russian, but made it clear (in true Bill Clinton fashion) that I have not done any “penis in vagina” sex.  He was surprised.  
I admitted I had been crying, missing him much more than I would’ve expected.  I told him I had four pages of an email I wrote so I wouldn’t send it.  He was genuinely surprised.  
He said he should not be here with me – if anyone asked him when he had seen me last, he’d either have to tell the truth and get crap for it, or lie and get crap from himself.  He said he can’t see it as a regular option, but he is weak and needs someone to be nice to him and get some comfort.  We hugged and I patted his knee, held his hand, but nothing more. 
I had a list of over a dozen questions I had written down in the draft email, and he answered each one.  He has made real progress in the past three weeks! 
The big news is that he is renting out rooms in his house, so he won’t have to sell it.  He offered to buy his wife out and will not have to move.  This may not be long-term but is a brilliant way to lessen the upheaval in his life at this point and leave the door open for her to return.  He talked to 15 different realtors and had two come over to get an idea of the house’s value and the fixes that would have to be done before it goes on the market.  
He got his own phone account (he was on one in his wife’s name with his son) so his wife and son can’t monitor his activity that way anymore.  He has closed his AM account and the yahoo email that went with it (the one his son hacked). 
He said his wife is managing to communicate civilly about 75% of the time but still launches into invective and vitriol on a regular basis, with no sign of relenting.  He is weary of her constant reminders that he is a bad, evil, godless person.  Her lawyer has asked for a divorce hearing on Sept. 4th and in NH that can be a final decree!  Kris is getting free consultations with three lawyers – one thru his EAP at work, and two recommendations from a friend.  The first one he talked with said his wife’s lawyer is a reasonable person who will deal with them in good faith.  The lawyer also said, “One indiscretion in the past 25 years?  That should be forgiven.  I see it forgiven all the time!”
When he asked his wife why she is in such a hurry to divorce, she told him she wasted the best years of her life, and she needs to get started on finding someone new to marry who will be nice to her!  I told him everyone in chat thinks she was already cheating but he says he knows that can not be true.  He is astonished that she can talk that way less than 6 weeks after she found out, suggested that she take time to heal etc. but she yelled at him that it is not his concern anymore.  His children are not talking to him.  They tell his mother things and she passes them along. He went back to church and they are being supportive.   
He is hanging on to his “wild side.”  He is riding the motorcycle, did not cut his hair and left the earring in.  
So we talked amongst the dead until the cemetery closed at 8 pm.  He asked if I would go to a restaurant with him and I led him to the Greek place.  We drank iced tea, then shared a sampler platter of stuffed grape leaves, hummus, baba ganoush, taramousalata, tomatoes, cucumbers, tsatsiki, tabouleh, feta cheese and olives.  He tried the fried eggplant.  We shared a flan and the Greek coffee.  We stayed there until they closed at 10 pm.  I paid for dinner so his visit would not impact his finances.  We went out to the street and I told him I still wanted to talk – could we sit in my car?  He asked me if he could come back to my place and talk on the sofa?  I was surprised and pleased.  
So he followed me back and we went up to my roof deck to look at the super moon.  I hadn’t been up there in years – the view is amazing! We hugged and joked and I made it clear I wanted to kiss him and he refused.  He gave me a lovely back rub as I leaned over the railing.  It was so wonderful to be touched.
We returned to my living room. I sat on the sofa and he put his head in my lap.  I listened to him and stroked his hair.  He asked if he could sleep on the couch overnight.  Sure.  We talked until 1 am.  He fell asleep.  I covered him up and he asked me to wake him at 7 am.  I went off to bed.  What a day!  
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Meeting The Russian

Thursday, August 7, 2014
From: Mikhail 
To: Sassy 
Sent: Thursday, August 7, 2014 3:45 AM
Subject: Getting together
Good morning Sexy,
I woke up in the middle or the night, and found your email. Thank you for reading my answers to your questions:)
Thursday noon – it’s already today – is fine. Yes, you…me…RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
I don’t remember any one of those places but trust your judgment. Loud vs. quiet – do we want not to be able to listen to each other but only look at each other with lots of lust:), or do we want other people to listen to what we re talking about? Tough choice.

For food I’d go to Border but food’s my second priority. I’d rather eat you with my eyes over there. So you need to decide which place is the most comfortable for our conversation.  I gather I’ll recognize you from my dreams:). I am not asking you for your phone #, but if you need to call me or I don’t show up on time, or we don’t find each other feel free to call me.

If you need to make an urgent medical appointment in the afternoon, please do it, you can always cancel it or switch it for the next week if you choose so:).
Sweet dreams, and I’ll see you at noon in one of those three places, please let me know which one.
M
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From: Sassy 
To: Mikhail
Sent: Thursday, August 7, 2014 8:49 AM
Re: Connection 
Good morning!  I’m so glad you can meet me today!! 
Let’s head for Border at 32 Church Street.  It has the right combo of food and some noise to cover our talking.  It’s a block from the T’s Church St. exit, or there’s a paid parking lot across the street. 
I will wait outside the door.  I am wearing a dark blue silk scarf and black top with dark blue slacks.  I have glasses and long silver hair. 
See you soon! 
-Sassy
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From: Mikhail 
To: Sassy 
Sent: Thursday, August 7, 2014 9:08 AM
Subject: re: Getting together
Good morning Sexy,
So Borders it is. I’m also very glad that we can meet today.
Outside the door is fine. I’m not sure yet what I’ll be wearing, light pants and short gray hair, that’s for sure.
See ya! Cannot wait!
-Mikhail
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I told a blog fan I was meeting a Russian man for lunch.  
He said, “NO Russians.  Trust me on this.”  
I chuckled.  “He’s been here since the 80s!”  
“No Russians.  Really.”  I changed the subject. 
I mentioned it in chat.  A guy there said, “Oh, I’d avoid Russians if I was you.”  
“Why?”  
“They tend to drink too much, and be very traditional in their gender roles,” he explained.
I have never run in to any ethnic generalizations on any other man.  It made me determined to meet him, to see if he fit those patterns. 
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The Meet 
I was antsy all morning.  I got a lot done but as midday approached, I couldn’t concentrate.  My boss was away at a meeting, so I could re-read Mikhail’s emails, have all his details fresh in my mind.  
Finally the time came to go to the restaurant.  I arrived at 12:02 pm.  No sign of him.  Ugh.  I hate being the first one there, scanning the street… is that him?  Or that guy?  What about this one walking around the corner?  No.  I pinged a woman from chat to pass the time.  She wasn’t around.  
Finally an email – “Traffic half a mile away”  Okay.  I leaned against the building to settle in to wait.  I looked up and saw a man crossing the street, smiling at me.  Hunh… that was fast!  He was tall, slim and… not very good looking.  He looked like Mikhail Gorbachev!  But whatever.  Looks don’t matter to me once I like the guy.  
He approached me, asked, “Sassy?” and I smiled.  I hugged him.  But he didn’t hug me back.  That’s never happens!  Most men want to hold me, press my chest against theirs for as long as I let them!  He untangled himself quickly and I jumped back.  He waved his hand toward the door of the restaurant and held it for me.  I approached the hostess and asked for a table for two.  She seated us in a quieter corner at a four top.  He pulled out my chair and sat down on my right.  We looked each other over and smiled.  
I peeked at the menu but he didn’t.  I asked, “Do you already know what you want?” 
“We both know what we want.  Let’s get out of here,” he said. 
I was taken aback and replied, “I’m here for lunch and to get to know you.”  I touched his arm and he moved away.  Ugh.
It was very hard to hear over the chatter.  I wanted a bit of noise to cover any salacious conversation we might have, but this was too much!  I made a note to go elsewhere next time. 
Plus he had a very strong accent.  I like accents, and work with people from all over the world, but this was especially tricky. 
I engaged in small talk, “Have you been to this restaurant before?”  He shook his head.  
“What’s your favorite place to eat?” 
He said, “I like lots of places.”  
The waitress asked us about drinks and I ordered iced tea.  He asked for water.  He stared at me.  I stared back.  He looks like the Cold War president of Russia – Mikhail Gorbachev!

I felt like it was his turn to ask me something, say something, but he just stared.  I said, “You said there were so many questions you wanted to ask but you would do it in person…”  
He smiled and said, “You sure you want lunch?  We can go sit in my car.”  Aha!  I get it now.  He thought I would go off with him without eating and now he’s ticked!  Well!

The waitress returned with our drinks and asked if we wanted to order.  I said I was ready, and he stared at me then at her, and I said, “I think he needs a couple of minutes?” He nodded and she left us.  He made a production of opening the menu and looking at it, and I struggled to keep an open mind.  He was obviously upset that I would not leave with him.  Argh.  

He had told me he likes seafood so I pointed out a couple of dishes I’ve seen friends order and enjoy.  He closed the menu and said, “You must come here a lot.”  
“I don’t get out for lunch much, but I do eat here with co-workers quite a bit,” I answered. 
“You only have an hour?”  
“I can push it a bit, but yes, I shouldn’t stay too much longer than that,” I answered. 
The waitress reappeared and asked for our order.  I got my usual cup of gumbo and crawfish etouffee appetizer, and he ordered the veggie jambalaya.  Maybe now we could talk? 
“Could you skip out on the afternoon?” he asked.  
“Not today,” I answered.  I wondered if he was going to ask me anything other than something about how to get me alone fast. 
“When did you last have sex?” He asked.  Well… that’s a little better but eh… so typical and something that can open a can of worms. 
“About a month,” I answered.  He nodded. 
“About the same for me,” he said and sighed.
“What ended it?” he asked.  Ugh. I don’t want to think about that!! 
“He got caught,” I said.  “And you?” 
“What?” He asked. 
“How did your last affair end?” I clarified. 
“Ah, the same,” he said.  “Her husband saw texts,” he added.  He proceeded to tell me all about how she was busted and how tough it is to stay safe with all the technology and how wonderful she was in bed, and how their schedules matched and how she liked to skinny dip and that he would miss her, but he was okay now, ready to start again. 
I sat there thinking of Kris.  How he was intensely curious about me.  How he would briefly answer my questions about women he had seen then say it was more than 20 years ago and he couldn’t remember and ask me something else about me.  I thought of how Kris touched me, patting my arm, then my hand, leaning in to touch my shoulder and whisper in my ear.  
I realized I am not ready.  Especially not with this guy!  He didn’t care about me… I could be any woman.  Ugh. I decided not to share much… I was not going to see him again and did not want him going away with much info. 
The food arrived and I made myself calm down and eat.  He continued talking about his previous lady!  When we had cleared our plates, he paid the bill with cash and I thanked him quite sincerely for lunch.  He had dropped a whopping $11 on me.  It was the only good part of this outing!  
He asked if he could walk me back to my office.  I said that was a bad idea – too many people I know on the way.  He nodded, asked if I wanted to walk him back to his car.  I said I really needed to get back.  He asked if we could plan another meet.  I said I would email him.  He sighed and took my hand and said, “I would like that.”  I smiled and said, “I will email… soon.”  He got up and shook my hand and left me sitting at the table. 
I wondered how long I should wait to email to say thanks for lunch but no thanks.  I had to leave some time, to show I had thought about it, but not string him along.  I planned to wait until some time in the evening.  I tried to work but ended up drafting the email about two hours later and… hit send by mistake!  Oops! 
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From: Sassy    
To: Mikhail
Sent: Thursday, August 7, 2014 2:58 PM
Subject: Re: Getting together
Dear Mikhail, 
It was a pleasure to meet you!  Thank you very much for lunch.  
I have considered carefully whether to see you again, and I am sorry to say that I can not do it at this time.  I thought I was ready to start again, but find myself only thinking of the other man.  This is not good.  You deserve better.  
Best of luck in your search for a wonderful lady! 
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I prayed that he would not try to convince me otherwise, or say he’d check back with me. 
He replied half an hour later.

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From: Mikhail 
To: Sassy 
Sent: Thursday, August 7, 2014 3:26 PM
Subject: Getting together
Dear Sassy,
Thank you for meeting me, and I understand your point.
Good luck to you as well!
M
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Phew.  That seems final.  Hooray! I closed that door.

I was happy to have tried.  Back to the drawing board!

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Meeting #2 with The Blog Fan

Saturday, August 2, 2014

[If you want to read about our first meeting last December, click on the “Blog Fan” label at the lower right to see all my previous posts about him]

11:52 am
He emailed me – he was finally free and ready to meet! I agreed to pick him up at his hotel. I threw on clothes – blue pants, blue button-up top with silk scarf, black clogs and socks and bra and blue panties.

12:15 pm
I picked him up in front of his hotel downtown. He asked if I could take him to the airport when we were finished – I said yes – so he went back in to get his suitcase. He had on a straw fedora, a rust-colored brushed denim button down shirt, a brown belt, black jeans and hiking shoes.

I pulled over on a side street. We necked for a bit – the moment he touched me I remembered – this man makes me feel so good! He is a pro. Every touch, every kiss, I think, ‘YES! That’s the way to do it!”

He mentioned taking me to lunch but said he really wanted to be alone with me. He thought we could find a hotel in the burbs for less. I tried to find a hotel online on my phone. There must be something going on – no rooms anywhere! I made calls – still nothing. He asked me to take him to a quiet park so we could neck. I started out but got caught in traffic, so we decided to drive to the airport, pop in to see if the hotels out there had a room. Nope. I so wish he had let me plan ahead!  I thought and thought… finally came up with Mount Auburn Cemetery, a famous burial ground and arboretum in Cambridge. I figured it would be a quiet spot on a rainy afternoon.

We parked near the Spruce Knoll and necked in the car. He played with my chest, made me cum twice with his fingers! He has THE BEST technique! I played with my breast while he had his fingers inside me and he watched in awe. He talked about our night together in December. He kept a look out. A few cars drove around us, a few people walked by outside the fence. I talked about what I’d like to do today, thinking it was not possible. I sucked on him briefly but the way I had to contort around in the car made it impossible for very long. It started to drizzle and got very quiet. He said we should go for a walk.

We strolled up into the trees and sat on a wooden bench. We got really brave and adventurous (or stupid!) We kissed a bit more. He got me to take off my bra – he likes the idea of women going braless even if in my case it is totally bizarre! He played with my breasts. He had me stand over him so he could suck on them. Then he asked me to stand and got behind me, asked if he could take down my pants. He fingered me, both in my vagina and my ass! Double penetration! Whee! I was so wet! I thought he might fuck me, but he deemed it too risky. Probably right…

I asked him if he’d like me to suck on him. He went for a little walk around the perimeter, looking for people or lines of sight. Then he returned and stood in front of me, unbuckled his belt and pulled out his gorgeous cock! I gave him a very sassy blow job! He didn’t let me finish, said he wanted to play with me more. He had me stand over him and I unbuttoned his shirt so I could rub my chest across his. He played with my chest and fingered me to another soaring orgasm! Whee! I felt such tingling and the searing heat between my legs then started shaking all over.

We rested a bit and cuddled on the bench, talked about what would happen if he moved to Boston to work.  He said he’d have to make love to me every night… I mentioned some mornings might have to spent that way as well! But that knowing him, he’d make time to see me every other Thursday! He smiled. We both know he works too much! But what a hot fantasy!

He took another walk around, then returned and let me suck on him until he came! Yum. We sat and cuddled on the bench, as I marveled at all we had been able to do outside!

3:45 pm
We returned to the car. I drove him around the cemetery a bit, showing him my favorite spots.

4:00 pm
I drove him to the airport – he was amazed at my taking care of that for him. He talked about how he spent a week in Boston years ago. I told him he should have called me. Hee. He said I wasn’t Sassy then! I wish I had been… it had already been too long without sex even at that point!

4:20 pm
I took him to the terminal, got out for one last hug. He seemed in a hurry, perhaps leery of being seen in public. He smiled and walked away.

I drove home with a huge smile on my face!  I was surprised at myself for being so bold outside!  I thanked my lucky stars once again for this blog and the ways it makes me life more interesting!
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from: Blog Fan
to: Sassy
sent: 4:52 pm

subject: re: Meeting…

Many thanks for a lovely afternoon!  You inspired me to do some very sexy stuff! 


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Meet #26 Mount Washington – Up and Down

Sunday, July 20, 2014
Kris called this morning to ask if I would go on a long drive with him.  I told him Hubby and I planned to go to dim sum at my favorite place at 11:30 am and he was welcome to join in or pick me up there around 12:30 pm.  He said he’d join in!  I told him we’d order and he could show up whenever.  He appeared at 12 noon and shared with Hubby and me!  I was afraid it would all be too spicy and strange, but he tasted each dish and liked it all!  
Crab rangoons, small pork steamer buns, crueller, 
suan la chow show, shumai, and peking ravioli
Then he gave me a fantastic adventure to the top of Mt Washington, and a delicious Thai dinner!  
Mount Washington
We drove through the NH mountains for about 4 hours, talking intensely about what he planned to do and his best memories of being with me.  He asked questions about why I did various things along the way.  He is such an analyzer!  I knew what this was probably leading up to, but decided to not think about that, just enjoy the day until it became clearer.  
We made a pit stop at the Dunkin Donuts near Waterville Valley, then we went on to the Auto Road up to the summit of Mount Washington, the highest peak in New England.
 They are not kidding.  Okay, maybe a little.
 Good thing I brought a jacket! 
 A hint of the vistas ahead
He drove an hour straight up the 8 milesI found the ride up rather frightening, as he went really fast around the curves and there are no guardrails… my mind played tricks on me as we got to higher elevations, imagining careening off the edge into a ravine!  I’ve never had that problem before.  I took a bunch of deep breaths and he kidded me about having a orgasm.  Ha.  
You have the climb the last part to the top.  
We walked around the summit for an hour, taking in the stunning view of the mountains and lakes of New Hampshire, and exploring the buildings.  There is a big deck where you can see out all over – the view is spectacular! I watched the cog railway chugging up the track and down again, and went to see the weather observatory.   
 The view from the deck.  
 Weather observation instruments 
 The cog railway headed down the mountain. 
 The little hotel at the top. 
Yowza.  Glad we were here in July! 
We left at 6:47 pm (when they ask people to start down no later than 6:45 pm) and got to the bottom about 7:30 pm.  We had to go slowly and stop several times because his brakes were smoking.  
 The view on our way down
 A babbling brook [38-second video]
 The Auto Road
 The view of the valley – the hotel across from the main gate
The hotel across from the main gate 
Dinner 
We drove along into North Conway.  We tried one restaurant but they had a 45 minute wait.  We didn’t have time for that.  We rolled on to a lovely Thai restaurant that served up a fast, cheap and good meal. 
 Thai iced tea
 Tom Kar Gui (chicken coconut soup) 
 Fresh scallops sauteed with vegetables
 and brown rice
 Summer rolls 
with peanut sauce 
Chicken satay 
with peanut sauce and cucumber sauce
He was very good at trying new dishes!  We left there at 9 pm. 
Driving home
We had a marvelous conversation, and I sang for him – hymns, Broadway musicals, pop songs!  He sang along on the ones he knew.  He has a beautiful voice!  I wondered why we haven’t sung together before?!  He filled me in on different periods in his past I had not heard about before.  
He brought me home, arriving right at midnight. 
You can see all 39 of my photos, though they don’t begin to capture the majesty of the scenery. 
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Goodbye
About an hour from home, he launched into an obviously planned speech.  He said he is going to confess to three male friends at church and ask them to help him walk the right path and get his wife back.  He said he can’t do that and keep seeing me and lie to them.  I told him I understood.  He was keeping his promise to say goodbye to me in person.  It is much better than silence and wondering, but man was it tough to listen to that!  
I did my best to keep from crying and if he had let me out of the car immediately upon pulling up in front of my house, I would’ve been successful.  But he went on thanking me and stroking my hand and… I lost it.  I tried to hide it, but he noticed pretty quickly and hugged me.  
He helped me out of the car.  He said good bye.  I said thank you.  I asked him to let me know how things go, maybe the first of every month or whenever something big happens.  He hugged me one more time, very tightly.  It felt final.  *sigh.  I took a deep breath and walked away.  I didn’t look back. 
So… he says it is over.  I feel like someone is yanking a great book out of my hands part way through and I will never know how it turns out!  Argh!
26 meets. 
107 days.  
3 months, 16 days.

Nothing like being up at the top of the highest peak and down in the depths within a few hours.  Ugh.
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Meet #25 Sassy seduction

July 15, 2014 Tuesday 

Kris had not been in touch since he left Sunday morning.  I was missing him and hating that.  I was so revved up!  I had woken up from a very hot dream about trying out a vibrator at a sex shop… argh… and spent the day telling my mentourage about it.  

I had just gotten home from having dinner with Mom when Kris called about 8 pm and asked to come over.  He said he shouldn’t, but he wanted to.  I gave him an emphatic YES!  He said no sex, but I was desperate.  I was determined to get him to give me some relief.  
When he arrived, I stood behind him in the living room, rubbing his shoulders.  Every time I strayed anywhere near an erogenous zone, he pushed my hands back.  I rubbed and scratched… he says his wife won’t scratch his back for more than 10 seconds so I try to keep going until he says stop.  He leaned against me, and I went on and on.  He finally said enough.  I went to hug him but he walked away.  He said he wasn’t here to see Sassy, he wanted to talk with the real me.  I told him real me wasn’t around, Sassy needed him.  He kept calling my real name, searching for my boring, demure side.  Poor man. 
So I sat at my desk.  He ate some leftover pork lo mein from my fridge and asked me about my day.  He came over to rub on my back.  I was very bad… I unbuttoned my top.  He said “No skin!”  I explained I wanted to feel his hands on my bare shoulders, and demurely pulled my top across my chest while baring my shoulders.  He massaged my shoulders… then my neck… then my head and face… I tilted my head a bit and let my top slip so he could see my cleavage.  I took my bra straps down.  He kept rubbing my shoulders.  I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I pulled my left breast out and started rubbing it myself.  He rubbed my neck and came around to the front, but stayed high.  This was an incredible game of “where will he touch me?  Will he keep going if I touch my chest?  Will he keep going if I…”  I had been quiet so far, but I couldn’t keep the moans inside any longer.  He groaned a bit, like I was torturing him but kept rubbing my upper chest, watching me.  I put my other hand inside my slacks.  I was sooo wet!  I started asking questions.  
Can I undo your belt?
NO! 
So I can’t lick you?
NO! 
Or suck you?
OH COME ON!  
I’m just asking, figuring out where the line is…
I SHOULDN’T BE HERE! 
So why are you here?
I DON’T KNOW. 
You can tell me, I can take it.
I DON’T KNOW. 
So definitely no slow fucking?
GRRR…. 
I swiveled in my desk chair and hugged him around the waist.  He said this was a lot like tantric sex, touching all over the body, building the anticipation.  I stared into his eyes.  He said it’s a checkbox on Ashley Madison that men don’t understand but check because it sounds exotic. 
I finally could not stand it anymore.  I stood up and marched him into my bedroom!  He said it was wrong, he had made up his mind he could not lie anymore, he could not have sex anymore.  I asked who will ask him?  Who will care?  He said he would.  Ugh.  I said, “I need you to help me.”  I was in full evil seductress mode as I have never been before, but I swear it is the best thing for him, to get some release, to forget his troubles… and his protests seemed like he was trying them on for size, not committed to them.  Whatever.  I gently pressed him down on the bed, came down on top of him and started kissing him fiercely.  One thing led to another and he took very good care of me with his fingers and the little silver bullet.  
I was wondering if he would want my attentions, or consider that over this line he has built.  I took the silver bullet and ran it over his forehead, down his neck… he sighed.  I’ve never used a toy on him.  I put it on his nipple, then his belly button, then over his cock on the outside of his jeans. I moved it around his waist, and he unzipped his jeans.  I pressed it on his cock… said, “I don’t know what I’m doing… tell me…please” and he said it felt good on the underside.  So I held it there, then moved it back and forth.  “Still or moving?” I asked.  “Move,” he replied.  So I went back and forth, letting the buzzing radiate from the sensitive spot under the crown.  I moved down his body kissing and finally took him in my mouth, licking and sucking while keeping the bullet on his cock.  He got a blissful look on his face.  He said, “That… is… poetry.”  It wasn’t long before I had a mouth full of salted caramel.  🙂 
We had a good cuddle before Hubby got home and Kris moved to the couch to sleep.  
Geesh… reading this… I may have attained a new level of HUSSY!  
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
I  woke up to the sounds of Kris stirring around, eating a bowl of cereal… I got up just as he was leaving and gave him a quick hug.  He left at 7:30 am. 

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Meet #24 – Suddenly moral

Saturday, July 12, 2014 
Kris stayed over on the sofa Friday night.  Saturday when I woke up, he had set up his computer on my coffee table and was working and eating cereal.  He thought it would take about 7 hours.

Hubby woke up with a bad sore throat, so he stayed home and mostly slept until it was time to go out to work on his project in the evening.  I had to go see Mom, so we had a first with Kris and Hubby home together without me!  Odd for me to leave the two of them there but Kris said it went fine, and Hubby is very glad to help him out.

I had a nice lunch with Mom at the Great Mandarin Chinese buffet in Woburn.  They make these crunchy little leek wontons I’ve never seen anywhere else that I am addicted to.  I flirted with a Guatemalan landscaper.  Heh.  He walked right up to the table and asked, “How old is your mother?”  She answered.  Heh.  I asked him how old he is?!  40-something.  He sat down and chatted with Mom.  He’s the crew chief for a team of gardeners.  That’s never happened before!

Mom and I went to a matinee of a live radio show, then I took her home.  Hubby took off and I was left alone with Kris.
Kris finished most of his work by 6:30 pm and offered to take me out for supper.  We went out to Belle Isle Seafood across the harbor.  It was such a perfect evening!  We watched the sunset over the Boston skyline, with boats motoring into the marina and planes taking off from Logan.  The lobster pie was delicious and he devoured a baked swordfish steak. 

When we came home, I tried to kiss him as we came up in the elevator, like always.  “No serious kissing!” he says to me.  I ignored him, thinking he was kidding, but he pushed me away.  I really can’t deal with that!  
I watched porn while he finished more work.  He gave me a nice little back rub as a I sat at my desk.   We spent more sofa time.  He ticked me off talking about how I’ll be okay when he leaves me, I’ll find someone else who is a better lover, how he needs to give me up on the 1% chance his wife will relent.  I know he has to focus on his life, and relieve himself of worrying about me, but it’s tough to listen to.  Better than silence though!  
I tucked him in, kissed his forehead and went off to bed alone.

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Meet #23 Part 2 – Sharing

Friday, July 11, 2014
Morning 
My alarm went off about 7:20 am.  I hit the snooze button, then dragged myself out of bed.  I went out to wake Kris up, but he was already up and dressed, having showered and eaten cereal!  I hugged him in the kitchen as he made coffee, then got ready for work.  
He is very nervous about anyone seeing him use the toilet.  He usually shuts and locks the door!  I keep telling him it is a natural thing, no big deal, he is welcome to come in when I am in the shower or at the sink.  He has never done it.  Today he really had to poop.  He was so worried about grossing me out, but could not wait.  I was brushing my teeth with the door open and he asked and I waved him in.  He talked as he did his business.  Apparently this was a huge first for him.  He was laughing.  I got him to try the wipes I like.  Ha!  I adore sharing the mundane moments of life with my guy!   I know this is one of those “there are two kinds of people” things, where some folks can’t imagine ever leaving the door open or sharing a bathroom, and others don’t see what the big deal is.  I am definitely in the latter camp!

I finished before he did, so I was half-naked in the midst of getting dressed and gave him a hug when he exited the bathroom.  I kissed him and pressed my naked chest against him.  He pulled away and chided me.  I can’t take much of that.  *sigh
Hubby was running late, so I sat at my desk.  I told Kris I’ll be home alone tonight.  He said there would be three options – he’d either pick me up at work at 4 pm, arrive later or not visit at all.  He would call me later.  I told him I am busy tomorrow and Sunday, so tonight is it if he wants to see me this weekend.  
I had hoped he would wait for me to walk him out, so I could see him off and let him out of the garage and squeeze a few more moments, as we always do.  But he seemed very antsy.  He kissed me on the forehead and left about 8:45 am. 
Evening
Kris called about 5:30 pm.  He’d tried to call me earlier in the day, left an odd message about 2:30 pm that got cut off.  Didn’t answer when I called back, so I just waited.  
He called in a panic – he said his wife had seen my trip photos.  So she is stalking me under my real name!  Argh.  I spent an hour on G+ locking everything down, making all my the photos “friends only.”  I googled myself and wished I was not so easy to find. Ugh.  I had thought Kris was on his way down when he called, but he didn’t show up until about 9 pm just as I was giving up.  
He came in and flumped on the sofa.  I made myself a late supper of pancakes and bacon.  He let me read his wife’s texts.  Geesh… one insult after another.  She wrote “You have defiled me, like a terminal disease.”  ugh.  Who writes that like?  She is doing the victim thing to the hilt. I get it but… wow.  

He slept with his head on my lap on the sofa.  I am guessing he doesn’t sleep much when he is alone, due to his brain racing over all he has to deal with.  I like giving him a safe place to rest.  However, it is so tough for me to have him here and not touching me! 
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Meet #23 Part 1 Reality

Thursday, July 10, 2014 
I had a lovely supper with my older sister and her beau last night at Court House Seafood over across the river in Cambridge.  I had their very fresh fried fish and shrimp with a baked potato and a stuffed clam!  
I finally heard from Kris last night after more than two days of silence. He had not been in touch since he dropped me off on Tuesday midday and I was beginning to wonder.  He had not missed a day in a long time.  He called while I was eating.  I stepped outside to talk.  He arranged to come visit tonight. 
I noticed some beautiful lilies as I left the restaurant:
He came over about 7:30 pm.  I fed him a pear.  It’s his favorite fruit.  He worked on the floxx plant he gave me that is out on my balcony, pruning and watering.  I filled the watering can for him and watered my other plants.  
He is a total mess.  We sat on the sofa with his head in my lap and he vented for about four hours.  He did not want to “do anything sexy.”  He told me he wrote the letter to his wife that the pastor recommended, attached it to an email since he doesn’t know where she is to mail it.  He sent it this morning and she has not responded.  
He is facing the nitty-gritty reality of life alone.  Completely alone.

  • No one to cut his hair.  He hasn’t been to a barber for 35 years.  
  • No one to pick him up when he drops off his motorcycle to be serviced, or take him back to pick it up when it’s done.  
  • Worrying about his wife “breaking into their house and taking things.”  
  • Being placed in an adversarial position over money.  
  • Finding a realtor to advise him on selling the house, what to fix or not worry about. 
  • His son suing him to get back trust money he thinks was mismanaged.  
  • Where will he live when the house sells? 

Ugh.  I stroked his hair and listened and offered suggestions.  He dozed on and off.  He grabbed swiss cheese and crackers to munch on. 

He told me the odd story of locking his house for the first time ever, to have some control over when his wife and son come to take things.  Then he didn’t take his keys, so he was locked out!  So he had to call the police to ask if they could get him in.  They sent the firetruck!  They have a door-spreader that pops the edges enough to unseat the door and they can push in.  Wow.  They gave him a hard time and laughed over it, told him there was no charge.  
He told me about trying to time his mortgage payment, being on a conference call with Quicken Loans and his bank and Checkfree about the payment going and then being revoked twice.  He ended up having to go to the bank.  
He stated very clearly that he can not continue to see me and lie to the men in his church that will gather to support him.  I said I understand.  But I added that I hate to see him give up one of the two people left who care for him (me and his mother) and I am the only one he can really talk with, who will do things for him etc.  But only he can decide and I will abide by it.  Then he makes arrangements to see me again.  He sees it as a sign of weakness.  I don’t want to be his bad habit.  *sigh 
I want to help him, to be there for him but it adds up to… once again… NO SEX!  Argh.  I am trying to set the “one month grace” clock and not put up with this forever.
My other old flame contacted me again after almost a year.  I kept thinking he had some news or reason but he blathered along about his sons in the Little League Championships and his summer travels until I finally asked why he contacted me after almost a year.  “I missed you…” he says.  Hunh.  I texted with him while Kris slept on my lap and felt like a hussy!  
I woke Kris up at midnight so I could go to bed.  He had a cup of coffee and some potato chips.  I got ready for bed and came back out to find him sitting on the couch, staring into space.  I handed him some pillows and a blanket, kissed his forehead and left him to sleep.

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Meet #22 Vacation Part 4 Going home

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

[If you missed the earlier parts of my vacation with Kris, check out Part 1,  Part 2 and Part 3]

I woke up at 7:20 am and turned off the alarm. I did my ablutions, dressed and finished packing.

Kris got a text from his wife telling him she is filing for a no-contest divorce. Ugh. This is 2 weeks since he got caught… without her ever seeing or speaking with him. And before the meeting with the minister! Wow.

He handed me his phone to read his text history and went off to the parking lot to reconnect the boat to the truck. I ate a cereal bar and marveled at her endless nasty rants. Kris returned to wash his hands and we took off at 9:15 am.

He was distracted and unhappy. I patted on his knee and tried not to talk too much. It was tough to be with him but I was glad he was not alone on this fateful day.  We stopped in Walpole to get gas and him a coffee.

The traffic was TERRIBLE! It took over 2 hours to do the 1 hour drive, including being stuck for 40 minutes less than a mile from home! Argh! It did give us time to talk about how special this weekend was for each of us. He got to escape the drama of his life for three nights and two blissful days, show me two of his favorite place, and have someone to listen and hold his hand when the bad news came. I got to see spectacular places I would never have gotten to see, have a vacation I haven’t had in years, and be with a nice man who knows what to do with vibrator!

He dropped me off at 11:30 am.  I sat at my desk and totaled up the costs for the trip.  I wanted to see how they split between us.

Cost

Saturday
     $40 Dinner at Olive Garden
   $100 Hotel
   ——-
   $140

Sunday
   $94 Lunch at Wequassett $94
   $25 Dinner at Double Dragon
 $114 Gas
 $100 Hotel
 ——-
 $333

Monday
   $8 Breakfast
$137 Ferry to MV for the truck plus passenger
 $25 Second Breakfast
 $34 Stop & Shop fruit, cheese, snacks $34
 $16 Ferry to Chappy
 $35 Dinner at the Net Result $35
 $72 Gas on MV
$100 Hotel
——-
$427

$600 Total he spent
$300 I spent on the hotel
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$900 Total for 3 nights

Yikes! That total is nuts! And the day on the Vineyard was crazy expensive!  He spent twice as much as I did.  Neither of us has that money to spend.  He promised to pay me back for the hotel but I’m not going to let  him.  I’ll scrimp on other things this month.  It was so worth it to me to get away with him!  It felt like a once-in-a-lifetime treat!

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Kris was not in touch for the rest of the day.  That is unusual.  He usually calls or texts or emails when he gets home to let me know he made it, or tell me another story about something that happened along the way or something bothering him or some new development but… nothing.

I finally caved and sent him a quick email.  His glasses are a wreck and he doesn’t have the money for a fancy new pair.  A friend told me about getting her glasses online for free!  I thought it was worth mentioning…

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from: Sassy
to: Kris
date: Tue, Jul 8, 2014 at 7:44 PM
subject: Eyeglasses possibility
A friend mentioned that a website is offering “first pair free” for new customers.  Might be a way for you to get new lenses. 
http://www.coastal.com/Coupon-Applicable-Glasses

-S
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but it didn’t elicit a response.  *sigh

I spent the evening smiling at the photos I took of our trip and putting them online on Google + where he could see them.