My Wife Finally Tells Me About Her First Lover
Linda had been moody for several days. I was very attentive to her, but could not seem to make her smile. It was a Wednesday night. I walked into the bedroom where she was reading her journal. She had a bit of a smile on her face and didn't notice me at first. When she did notice me, her face turned red. She closed the journal quietly then tucked it under her pillow. I sat on the bed and put my hand on her face. She started crying then and was inconsolable. I kicked off my shoes, sat...