The Full Story of Janet

Thomas didn't really know his first wife. Mistakes were made and Karma never forgets.

This is a work of fiction.

All sex is between consenting adults.

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Janet Ledford was a pretty 21-year-old girl when I first met her back in 1974. She was 5'8" tall and had brown eyes and hair. She wore her hair straight and it fell to her breasts. In spite of being a little overweight, she liked to dress provocatively. She often wore band aids in stead of her 36C bra. Mini skirts were popular back then and Janet had been sent home at least once to change into something "more appropriate". I would describe Janet's personality as vibrant and outgoing.

Oh, I'm Thomas Seabring. I was 24 when I met Janet. I had short brown hair and eyes. I was a slim 6'2" back then. Unlike Janet, I was, well still am, introverted, strait-laced, and self-restrained. I had only been in town for three months, hadn't met many people, and was not dating anyone regularly.

Janet and I were thrown together almost every day. Conversation was easy, flirtatious, and at times filled with sexual overtones. On the day I was planning to ask her out, I noticed she was wearing a wedding ring. I had never seen the ring before, and I should have backed away right then. But I didn't.

"I was about to ask you out. I didn't realize you are married."

"That would have been nice. But yes, I have been married for two years." She replied.

"I have never noticed you wearing your ring."

"I don't wear it often. I have gained a bit of weight since I got married and my finger swells. Gary, noticed I wasn't wearing it this morning, so I had to put it on."

We got back to work but I felt there was now a barrier between us. Things felt a little off, our usual banter was awkward. We finished up and returned to our own desks.

The next day, Janet ran into me in the break room and said "We needed to talk and clear the air."

I agreed. She handed me a piece of paper and left.

Back at my desk, I opened the note and read the it. She asked me to meet her at Clyde's, a local bugger joint that evening at 8:30. She'd be in a blue Chevy Impala with another woman. We could talk in the back seat. She didn't want to lose me as a friend.

I debated the rest of the day whether to meet her or not. I had enjoyed working with Janet and it seemed a shame to end that just because she was married. After all, nothing had happened and now that I knew she was married, nothing would.

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When I got there, I found two women sitting in an Impala at the back of the parking lot. Janet was one of them. The other woman was a good bit older, probably in her 50s.

I pulled into the parking space next to them not knowing what to expect.

Janet got out, opened my door "Let's sit in the back seat of my car, it's darker there."

I got out of my car as she slid into the back seat of her car. I followed her in.

"Thomas, this is Margaret. She came with me so Gary wouldn't be suspicious. Mom, this is Thomas."

"Hi, Margaret. Good to meet you." The words were hardly out of my mouth before Janet had her tongue down my throat.

Margaret said. "You two go ahead and do what you need to. Ignore me."

My hands found Janet's breasts while our tongues battled. We made out for the next half hour until Margaret said. Janet, we've got another stop to make."

Janet released me and said "I really enjoyed that. I hope we can still be friends at work."

I agreed without pointing out we hadn't discussed anything.

Janet and I got out of the car. She hugged me, got back in her car, and they were gone.

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The next several days I felt guilty about making out with a married woman and again managed to avoid having to work with Janet.

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Tuesday the following week, I stopped on the way home and picked up a pizza. I put the pizza on the kitchen counter but hadn't opened the box when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find Janet standing there fidgeting. "Can I come in?"

I opened the door wider, she rushed through it and closed it quickly behind her.

Startled, I asked. "What's the rush?"

"I parked down the street and didn't want to be seen coming in here."

"Who are you worried might see you?"

"Gary is just a petty little man. He's jealous and asked some of his friends to follow me. I think I lost them."

"What are you doing here, anyway?"

"You've been avoiding me at work. I want to know why."

"Umm, because you're married. And I have feelings for you."

"So what? We worked together before you found out. I was married then too."

I added. "And I guess I felt guilty about what we did the other night."

"You shouldn't feel guilty we just had some fun."

Blushing, I said. "I was starting to think of you as my girlfriend. Even though I know we never talked about it."

"I feel the same way. Look, pizza smells good. Do you have enough to share?"

"Yeah, I always get a large so I can have leftovers. What would you like to drink with it?"

"Got a beer? What kind of pizza is it?"

"Pepperoni, mushroom, black olive, and anchovy."

"Oh, I'll just pick the anchovies off my pieces." She paused before asking. "You know what they say about people who like anchovies don't you?"

"No, what?" I asked.

"They also like the taste of pussy."

"Guilty." I blushed.

"We'll see."

As we ate the pizza, I changed the subject. "Why is your husband having you followed?"

"Well, Margaret kind of got caught last night. After we left you, we visited her boyfriend. Unfortunately, one of her husband's friends saw us going into the house and told Gary's dad."

I asked. "Why would Gary or his dad care about who your mom is seeing?"

"Margaret is Gary's mom, not mine. I just call her mom. Anyway, when she got confronted, she kind of let it slip we were covering for each other. You see, she has been seeing her boyfriend for months. I had been going with her so everyone would think we were out shopping together. Last week when I told her about our issue at work, she said she'd cover for me so I could see you."

"That really sounds like a dangerous game."

It didn't take long to finish the pizza.

Once finished, Janet asked to see the apartment. In the bedroom, she began shedding her clothes. "I love a water bed." She said, lying down on her back and spreading her legs. "Come show me how good you are at eating pussy."

In seconds, I was between her legs sucking on her clit. She pulled my face harder against herself when I inserted my tongue into her. When she had her first orgasm, cumming loudly, she pulled me up her body, allowing me to pause to suck and nibble each of her hard, puckered nipples.

When I reached her lips, she reached between our bodies and pulled my very erect penis against her vagina. Wanting to savor the moment, I pressed forward slowly. Demonstrating her need, she gripped my buttocks, pulling me forward until I was fully inside her. I began long, full strokes, pulling almost out then pushing all the way in, bumping her cervix, over and over. Each time I touched her cervix, she spasmed. As our excitement built, my strokes came faster and harder. Her ankles locked behind my butt, pulling me onward, harder and faster. I could feel my balls tightening as I approached orgasm. Janet scratched my back and screamed her orgasm as I pumped my first load of sperm into her. We stayed pressed together until our orgasms passed.

I slid off, my softening cock pulling out of her. We lay there on the undulating water bed as our breathing returned to normal. We turned toward each other and shared a long, deep, intimate kiss.

We showered together, taking turns soaping and rinsing each other. By the time I was rinsed, my penis was beginning to show life again. She knelt and pulled me into her mouth. She made a determined effort, but I couldn't manage a second orgasm that soon.

When she came out of the bathroom, I was waiting for her on the bed, but she picked up her clothes and began dressing.

Surprised, I said. "You have to go so soon?"

"Yes, I'll be expected." She looked at the clock. "In fact, I may already be in trouble."

She kissed me one last time before opening the door and rushing out.

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Janet was out of work the next two days. She didn't call. I realized I had no idea how to get hold of her to check up on her. I didn't know where she lived, and I couldn't find a phone listed in her or her husband's name.

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Thursday night (actually Friday morning) I was awakened at 3:30 AM by the doorbell ringing frantically. The ringing of the bell was punctuated by vigorous pounding on the door. Through the peephole, I could see two women. I recognized one as Janet although she had a hood pulled low over her face. I didn't recognize the other woman. Janet was looking around fearfully.

I opened the door. Janet nearly knocked me down rushing inside. The other woman entered in less of a hurry.

"Sorry Thomas. I didn't know where else I could go. I left my car at Theresa's apartment, and she brought me here so no one would be able to find me."

"What happened?"

"Gary knows I cheated on him. He lost his temper and hit me. I hit the floor, and he kicked me in the abdomen. He bent over me to hit me again and I kicked him in the balls. I escaped before he could recover."

She tilted her head back and for the first time, I could see she had a swollen black eye and bruised cheek.

"I wanted to come straight here, but I didn't want to leave a trail leading here. Gary doesn't know Theresa so I went to Theresa's and convinced her to bring me here. By the way, Thomas, this is Theresa. Theresa, this is Thomas."

Theresa and I exchanged nods.

I said. "Janet, I'm so sorry. I feel guilty for getting you hurt. You need to go to the hospital to be checked out."

"No, they'd want to report this to the police."

"Yeah, that would be a good thing. The police frown on domestic violence. Gary would probably spend a night in jail to cool off."

"No, I can't do that. The police might arrest him. But his family would still come after me."

"OK then, what can I do to help?"

"You can let me stay here at least for a while. Tomorrow, I'll find a lawyer and get started on a divorce."

"Of course you can stay here. I can take you to Theresa's to get your car tomorrow."

A relieved Theresa said "In that case, I'd best get back home."

With that, Theresa left.

Janet hugged me for a long time. I could feel the tension leaving her body.

"Can I get a shower before we go to bed? I feel filthy. And would it be OK if I wash my clothes? I didn't grab anything as I was leaving."

"Sure. Let me have what you want washed. I'll get a load started. You know where everything is in the bathroom."

She stripped right there in the living room, handing me her jeans, T-shirt, and thong. "Just wash them all together."

I watched her pretty ass vanish into my bedroom and heard the shower start.

I was laying naked on the bed sporting a big erection a few minutes later when she exited the bathroom drying her hair with a towel.

"You're awfully confident." She said with a big grin. She walked to the bed looking down at me. "Are you expecting me to pay rent with my body?"

"No expectation, only hope." I responded with a wink.

I grabbed her, pulling her down on top of me. She landed, as expected with my cock between her legs. She pushed herself into a kneeling position and, grabbing my cock, started rubbing the tip of my cock back and forth between her lower lips. As good as this felt, I wanted inside and started raising my hips to achieve my goal. She would have none of that and kept a firm grip on my penis. I could feel her lubrication working its way between her fingers and knew she was wet with the same anticipation I felt.

She said "Be still, let me do the work."

I relaxed. She raised her hips and inserted the tip of my cock in her vagina. Placing her hands on my chest, she lowered herself onto my very rigid penis, pausing and squirming occasionally to spread her lubrication. She took her time, and her technique was having the desired effect of driving me crazy. She increased the pace. Each time my penis hit her cervix, she'd let out an "oh" and then as she lifted away there was an "ahh". The combination of sounds reminded me of a steam locomotive, accelerating.

I reached up to twist and pull her nipples. Her body convulsed losing all coordination and she collapsed onto my chest as her first orgasm took her. "Ohhhhhh GODDDDD! Soooo gooooooddddd." She managed to force out.

"Hug my neck." I whispered in her ear as I grabbed her butt. I managed to roll us over onto her back and miracle of miracles managed to stay embedded in her. I picked up where she had left off. Soon she was having another orgasm, and I came while her vagina was still twitching.

Before dawn we discovered a water bed was not a good place for doggy but the bedside chair made a very satisfying substitute with Janet kneeling on the seat and leaning over the back and me standing between her legs. I could penetrate her and reach forward to massage her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples occasionally. Janet loved this position. I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back against my hard thrusts. She came hard, arching her back when I pulled her nipples while pounding into her as hard as I could.

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Janet made several calls finally getting an appointment with a lawyer for this afternoon.

We got dressed and I ran Janet over to Theresa's to pick up her car.

The plan had been for Janet to call when she got back to Theresa's, and I'd pick her up. So, I was surprised when Janet showed up at my door.

She greeted me with a big hug and kiss.

We snuggled on the couch while she told me about her visit with the lawyer.

The lawyer had taken pictures of her face and black eye and was using this to help fast track a restraining order to keep Gary away.

The divorce paperwork, listing irreconcilable differences, will be filed and Gary served next week. However, the divorce would take a minimum of nine months, assuming Gary didn't fight it.

The bad news was she needed to find somewhere to live. I volunteered she could stay here but the lawyer had strongly recommended she not stay with me. He also recommended she be discrete about being seen with me. The lawyer recommended she find a married or female friend she could stay with until the divorce was final.

Janet called Theresa to see if she could stay there but unfortunately, that wasn't going to work.

She called another friend, Linda Westmoreland, who shared an apartment with another girl. They would be glad to add another roommate to share expenses. She could move in, any time.

Janet planned to go home after Gary left for work, pick up her clothes and personal items, and take them to Linda's apartment. I offered to help but, as expected, Janet turned down my offer to help saying Linda volunteered to help. And if any of Gary's family saw her moving out it would be better if I wasn't there.

Everything went according to plan and Janet was soon settled in her new apartment.

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Everything was quiet for the next week. We should have felt the storm brewing but we were just happy to not hear anything.

I visited Janet regularly at her apartment and got to know Linda, her boyfriend, and Samantha Jones, the third roommate. Where Linda seemed to be quiet, Samantha was a flirtatious, blue-eyed, blond with a taste for fun and, I suspected, trouble.

Janet and I would spend evenings at her apartment. Then, three or four nights a week, we would go to my apartment for more privacy.

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Gary was served the divorce papers Friday. Janet heard nothing from him, which surprised both of us.

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Tuesday morning after Gary had been served, I got to work, Janet called. (This was not unusual since we were back to working together fairly regularly.)

I could tell she was furious when she started right in. "DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT ASSHOLE DID LAST NIGHT?"

"No, what?"

"HE PUT MY CAR UP ON BLOCKS AND STOLE MY WHEELS!"

"Are you sure it was him?"

"Yes, he left a note saying he would give them back when I canceled the divorce."

"Have you called the police yet?"

"No. I tried calling him but he's not answering. Can you come pick me up and give me a lift to work? Hang on."

I could hear a muffled conversation in the background but couldn't make out anything.

"Never mind." Janet said. "Samantha is ready to leave, and she'll drop me off. Then I can ride home with you. OK?"

"Sure. See you soon."

"Love you." And she was gone.

There, she'd said what I too was feeling.

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I didn't see Janet until she poked her head into my cubicle at the end of the day. "Are you ready?"

"Yes. Have you heard anything from Gary?"

"Yep. I'll tell you in the car.

Once we were in the car, Janet told me about her conversation with Gary.

"I'm glad Samantha brought me to work. I think Gary was watching the apartment because I wasn't at my desk for more than 15 minutes when he called. I could hear traffic noise in the background so he must have called from a phone booth."

"I think he wanted to talk to me at work, knowing I would have to control my temper and assuming you wouldn't be able to overhear the conversation."

"He wants me to come back to him. He said he forgives me for cheating on him and he's sorry he hit me. I told him after he hit me I wasn't going to come back. We argued quietly about that for a while. He accused me of being a gold-digger and trading up. I told him we had never discussed a relationship beyond the help you're giving me now. Finally, I think he accepts the divorce is going to happen. He agreed to sign the papers and send them back to the lawyer. I thanked him and told him I expected him to return my wheels. At first he was adamant my return was the condition for the return of the wheels. But I reminded him of the protection order and threatened to report the theft to the police. That got him. He said they'd be back on the car before I got home."

"Wow" I said. "Sounds like you got everything you wanted."

"So far. I hope he doesn't cause any more trouble."

In this case Gary was true to his word. When we got to her apartment, the wheels were on the car. There was another note on the windshield.

Dear Janet,

I still love you, so I won't bother you anymore. If you get tired of your new fellow, come back home.

Love,

Gary

That was the last we ever heard from Gary. He didn't even show up for the divorce hearing.

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When spring rolled around, Janet, Linda, and Samantha planned a trip to Panama City Beach, Florida for spring break. I was explicitly NOT invited. It was to be a week-long girl's night out. While not happy about this, I was not in a position to object. While Janet and I had not even discussed what would happen once her divorce was final, I was making plans to propose as soon as her divorce was final.

I helped the three of them load Linda's car. They seemed to be carrying more than a week on the beach would justify. Once the car was loaded, I got a really hot goodbye hug and kiss from Janet which amused Janet's roommates and had them snickering like teenagers.

"Have a good trip. I'm going to miss you and can't wait for you to get back." I said.

"I'll miss you too." Janet replied then whispered in my ear. "I have a surprise for you when I get back."

Samantha said. "Don't worry about us, we'll have plenty of fun."

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A week later, I was cleaning up the apartment in anticipation of Janet's return. The noise of the vacuum cleaner must have prevented my hearing Janet's entry (yes, she had a key). When I turned around, there stood a tanned and naked Janet.

It was obvious she had been wearing what could only have been the briefest bikini imaginable. Her breasts were sporting white vertical lines barely wide enough to cover her areolae. Her pussy was completely bare and just the lips remained untanned. No string lines were visible top or bottom, suggesting dental floss may have been the binding agent.

She rushed to me pressing her entire body against me while giving me a long, wet, deep kiss. We broke for air and she took my hand, leading me to the bedroom. Once there, Janet stripped me then fell to her knees pulling my cock into her mouth. Even though Janet loved for me to perform cunnilingus she had rarely given me a blow job. Today, she not only initiated it, but she managed to take me much deeper without gaging. And when I told her I was about to cum, she redoubled her efforts holding me deep while I shot my first load in a week directly down her throat.

As I softened, I pushed her onto the bed and dove between her legs. She was already dripping wet. I enjoyed the slick feel of her newly shaved pussy as I ate her to first one and then another orgasm.

She was still shuddering when I crawled up her body to suckle at her breasts. I noticed some small reddish bruises on and around her breasts but was too distracted to comment and quickly forgot all about them.

I was soon erect again and asked Janet. "Doggy or cowgirl?"

"Yes." Was her response.

"Doggy it is then." I pulled her out of bed and onto our chair.

I was fully embedded in a single stroke and proceeded to fuck her as she urged me on. "Yes, harder, yes, that's right. You feel so good. You're bigger than I remember." The chair squeaked its protest and threatened to collapse.

We finished on the chair and returned to the bed. Jan snuggled against me, twisting my chest hair with her finger. She shocked me by asking. "Want to try anal?"

I was shocked speechless. She had told me months ago she wasn't interested in anal, so I had never brought it up but now she was volunteering. "What's up with that?" I asked myself.

"What do you say? Let's try it." She prompted.

"I'm just surprised. I remember you saying you didn't want to try it."

"Samantha and Linda were telling me about how to do it without it hurting. You just have to take it slow and use a lot of lube."

"We'll have to get some lube in the morning."

"Oh, I've got some in my suitcase. I'll get it."

She hopped up, opened her suitcase, pulled out a bottle of lube and handed it to me.

"Where did you get this?"

"I got it in Florida so we could try it my first night back. Squirt some on your hand and rub it on you cock. Then squirt some on my butt hole and massage it in. Push it in good."

I looked at the bottle and realized it was only about half full. I realized this wasn't the first time she'd used it. I asked myself. "Has she played with Linda or Samantha, has she experimented on her own, or has she had some other partner?"

We pressed the chair into service once again. I did as instructed and lubed my cock and her asshole. While massaging the lube into her, I pressed a finger into her. There was little resistance, so I added more lube and a second finger. No problem. A third finger. She started moaning.

"I think I'm ready." She said. "Push it into me slowly. Once I'm used to it you can start stroking. It will help if you play with my clit or push two or three fingers in my pussy."

Again, I followed her instructions. Her ass was tighter than her pussy. She urged me on, telling me how good it felt to be penetrated in both holes at once. Before long, she spasmed in orgasm which triggered me to dump my first load into her ass.

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The following weekend Janet, Linda, and Samantha asked me over for dinner and to look at the spring break pictures.

When we arrived, I was assigned grill duty while the three of them looked at pictures and giggled. The sliding door was mostly closed but I could still hear most of the conversation. Occasionally they'd look in my direction and make some comment designed to garner a response from me. I avoided that trap and continued eaves dropping.

They all shared stories about guys they met and danced with. They teased Janet about "dancing in the dark" with a guy named Rick. They asked her if I would approve. Rick apparently was quite a hunk. I got the impression either of the others would have been glad to spend time with him.

I was surprised to learn Samantha was not on the pill and was concerned she might be pregnant because she had sex with a guy named Ted and they had a condom failure.

On our way to my apartment at the end of the evening, I asked Janet what had really happened in Florida.

She swore they mostly swam, sunned, and played volley ball during the day. After dark, they drank a little and danced on the beach.

I had my doubts. There were a lot of red flags but nothing I could point to and say she was lying. Besides, both of us had a history and neither of us had made any promise of fidelity to the other.

I chose to accept her story at face value. Perhaps had I been less accepting, I could have saved a lot of pain later.

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Janet's lawyer had said nine months for the divorce, but it was actually ten months before Janet was notified the divorce had been granted.

We celebrated with a night out followed by a late night / early morning round or two of sex.

The next day I proposed, and Janet accepted.

We found an apartment for the two of us.

Our wedding was a small church affair where we vowed before friends, family, and God to be faithful to each other until death.

Our honeymoon was a week at a Florida beach. We did spend time sightseeing and playing on the beach, but we also got in plenty of sex. Hope we didn't offend the neighbors too much.

We had started our life as a married couple. Life would only improve.

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1977 was the year Karma stepped in. You don't always recognize Karma for what she is. In my case, she came disguised as a pair of concert tickets.

I was one of the first to purchase two tickets to see the Eagles in concert. The show was sold out in a couple of hours, so I was feeling very lucky.

The lucky feeling didn't last a week. I was told at work I was being sent out of town for training the week of the concert. There was no way around it. The training was to support a major project and couldn't be rescheduled.

The options as I saw them were to throw the tickets away, sell the tickets, or let Janet find someone to go with her.

Janet was a big Eagles fan, and I didn't want to disappoint her. We decided she would take a friend and enjoy the concert.

We were shocked when with only a week to go none of her girlfriends could go with her. And Janet was not willing to go by herself.

Saturday evening in the grocery store we ran into Brad Kerr. Brad was a hair stylist we knew from his salon. We were having a laugh telling him how much trouble we were having coming up with someone to go with Janet to the concert. He immediately volunteered, saying he was a huge Eagles fan and had no plans for Tuesday night

Janet brightened at once and looked at me expectantly. I trusted Janet. I must have trusted Brad. So, in spite of not really wanting to, I agreed. Janet hugged me.

We exchanged phone numbers so Janet and Brad could finalize plans. The die was set.

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Later that night, we made love a couple of times. Janet was much more into it than I was. Something was bothering me.

I packed for the trip to Boston and left Sunday afternoon. I called Sunday evening to let Janet know I made it and let her know how I could be reached in an emergency.

Then Janet took over the conversation telling me how much she loved me and how much she appreciated my having gotten the tickets for her and how much she was going to enjoy the concert.

I told her I didn't feel good about it and that she should be careful. When she asked why, I couldn't put words to the unease I was feeling.

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Training, on Monday, was intense and left me no time to worry about Janet and the concert.

When I got back to the hotel, I called.

Janet answered immediately. "Hello Thomas. How's the training going?"

"There is a lot to cover and it's moving pretty fast. There was an exercise this afternoon. My partner and I were the second team to get through it."

"Oh, I'm so proud of you."

"It's not really a big deal." I said trying to be modest. "Have you and Brad talked about when and where you'll meet tomorrow?"

"Yes, I called him this afternoon, and we've worked it out. I'll go to his apartment, and he'll drive. We'll be leaving before you get out of class and won't be back in time to talk with you before you have to go to bed so we won't be able to talk tomorrow."

"OK, I won't try to call tomorrow. I'll look forward to hearing all about the concert Wednesday when we talk."

"I'm so excited I don't know if I'll be able to sleep tonight."

"If you don't get any sleep tonight, you may fall asleep during the concert."

"I don't think so, Thomas." She said with a laugh.

"I better let you try to get some sleep, so I'll say good night. Love you and hope you enjoy the concert. Wish I could be there with you."

"Me too. Love you. Good night."

Of course, I didn't know that would be the last time I'd talk to her before I got home.

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Wednesday evening, I started calling at 6:00 PM and called every half hour until midnight.

I spent a restless night worrying about not being able to get in touch with Janet.

I got three more calls in Thursday morning before leaving for training.

I wasn't able to get in touch with Janet on Thursday evening either.

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Friday they let us out of training early. I rushed straight to the airport. Originally I was scheduled to fly out Saturday morning and be home by 2:00 PM. I was able to change my flight so I would arrive at 10:15 PM which would put me arriving home about 11:00 PM Friday, a full fifteen hours earlier than expected.

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I took a cab home and arrived just before 11:00 PM

The apartment was empty. Janet's car was gone. There was no mail accumulated in the mailbox, so someone had been collecting the mail. The kitchen didn't appear to have been used recently. Same with the laundry room. The answering machine had dutifully recorded all my calls, each more frantic and insistent than the previous. Upstairs, Janet's clothes still occupied her side of the closet. Her drawers were not empty, as far as I could tell, her jewelry was present.

I didn't like to conclusion I was jumping to. I decided to wait and see if she came home before I took any action.

I had told her I'd be getting home about 2:00 PM Saturday afternoon. I had taken a cab to the airport so my car being out front would not be a tip off. My being in the apartment would be a surprise for the next 14 hours.

If she only wanted to be here when I showed up, I could have a long wait. If, on the other hand she just wanted to collect her things and be gone, she'd want to be here earlier.

I made a pot of coffee and turned off all the lights.

Between the coffee and my emotions, there was no danger of my falling asleep. My mind was churning through various scenarios trying to find even one, other than the obvious one, that covered the facts as I knew them.

Along about 7:00 AM, I heard a car pull up. Only one car door slammed so if this was her, she was most likely alone. I heard a key in the door lock. She entered and closed the door.

She entered the living room and flipped the light switch.

I yelled "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?".

The scream she uttered would have been at home in any slasher movie. It was a close call, but she managed to catch herself on the door jamb and not hit the floor.

She glared at me. "What are you doing here?"

"The real question remains. Where have you been?" I asked sternly, rising from my chair.

She shrank from my approach. "I was visiting a friend."

"Does this friend have a name? Or would you like me to guess?"

Janet straightened her back, resolve replacing the fear on her face and in her posture.

"I've been at Brad's."

"And not just this morning, I assume."

"No, I have been staying with Brad since the concert." I could hear a mix of resolve and defiance in her voice.

"And what, exactly have you been doing at Brad's?"

Janet responded defiantly. "What do you think we've been doing? We've been having sex."

She stopped. Looking into my eyes defiantly.

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Janet's thoughts ran back over her last 3 days, and especially her last 4 nights searching for what she could tell Thomas.

I took Tuesday afternoon off, went home and changed. I wanted to look hot for the concert, so I started with the red micro thong Thomas loves and no bra. I pulled on my tightest pair of low-rise jeans and the white silk blouse Thomas got me last Christmas. The silk sliding across my nipples caused me to shiver a little. I finished my look with a pair of high heels. Looking at myself in the mirror, I unbuttoned the blouse to the middle of my cleavage.

Brad and I were to meet at Brad's, and he was going to drive. We had agreed to allow plenty of time so we wouldn't be late. I went directly to Brad's. He greeted me at the door with a lit joint in his hand. He invited me in and offered me the joint. I took a big hit and handed it back to him. We smoked another joint and left for the concert. When we got there, Brad suggested I would look even hotter if I unbuttoned the blouse down to my navel. I took his suggestion."

The tickets Thomas had bought were good, but Brad and I spent most of our time standing down in front of the stage. The concert was great. Thomas would have enjoyed the music but probably not the mad crowd close to the stage. We danced with each other and basically with all the people around us. It was hot, we were all pressed together, there was a lot of groping going on. I didn't care who saw my tits or caressed my ass.

By the time the concert was over, my blouse was plastered to my sweaty chest, practically transparent, and being held together by a solitary button just above my waist.

Once we were in the car, Brad fired up the air conditioner and while we waited for it to cool the car, he produced a joint and we smoked it waiting for the traffic to clear.

It was after 3 AM when we got back to Brad's apartment. But he invited me in for some more pot and wine. I knew what he wanted. And I wasn't sure I didn't want the same thing. I didn't want to drive across town to a cold, lonely apartment. Pot always makes me horny. I knew what was going to happen. I accepted his invitation.

Brad started Fleetwood Mac's "Rumours" on the stereo, and I went to the kitchen to pour some wine. Brad came up behind me and started massaging my shoulders. His hands slid down my arms and fell to my hips. He pulled me back against him and started kissing my neck. I could feel his erection pressing against my butt. I pulled his hands up from my hips to cover my breasts. I could feel my hard nipples slip between his finger as he massaged my breasts through my silk blouse. As great as this felt, I needed to feel his hands on my naked skin. I moved his hands under the blouse. He mauled the flesh of my breasts and tweaked and pulled on my nipples. They were so erect, they were deliciously painful. I was getting hotter by the moment. I knew I was going to have Brad soon but was enjoying the seduction. It was just a matter of time. I reached back to rub his cock. It felt gigantic through his jeans. Brad groaned and pinched both of my nipples. He whispered in my ear "raw or condom?". Without thought, I responded. "Condom. I can't take the pill."

Brad bent me over the back of his couch and fucked me to oblivion. As I guessed, he is larger than Thomas, both in length and girth. I came, dripping my juices down the back of his couch but he held out. He pulled me to his bed where we started in the sixty-nine position. I let him start on top which was a mistake, we had to turn over so I could control his depth in my throat. We spent the rest of the night and a good part of Wednesday having sex after sex.

Wednesday evening, I came home long enough to change clothes and pick up what I needed to get ready for work. While I was there, the phone rang but I let the answering machine take the call. It was Thomas and he left a message asking where I was and saying he'd call again later. I headed back to Brad's. Thursday and Friday followed the same pattern except I made it to work both days. I was so sore from the workout Brad was giving me it was hard to move and painful to sit.

In our three days together, we tried a wide variety of positions and types of sex. We covered the basics, missionary, doggy, cowgirl, and backward cow girl. Then we moved on to him fucking me against the wall facing in and out and against the sliding glass door. I know two guys in an apartment across the way were watching us as Brad pounded me from behind, bouncing my tits up and down against the glass.

Thursday night, Brad ran out of condoms, but we didn't let that stop us. I know I may already be pregnant.

I can never let Thomas know all this.

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When it was clear she wasn't going to say anything more, I asked. "Is that all I get? We've been having sex."

"Yes, that's all you need to know.

"NO! I NEED to know more to understand where we stand and how we move forward." I was yelling again.

"OK, you asked for it. Where do you want me to start?"

"Were you and Brad seeing each other before the concert?

"No. Tuesday was the first time anything happened."

"That's a good starting point. What did you wear?"

"Why does that mater?"

"I just want the complete picture."

"I wore a pair of low-rise jeans, a white blouse, and a pair high heels. What more do you want?"

"All of it. I want everything out in the open. How did you end up in bed with Brad?"

"When we got back from the concert, he invited me in for a glass of wine. I accepted, it just happened?"

"And kept on happening, I assume! Did you ever feel guilty for cheating on me?" I asked.

"Yes, of course I did."

"But not enough to stop?"

"No, it was done and there was no going back."

"Why did you come back this morning? What do you expect? How do you expect me to react?"

Janet said. "I'm here today to collect my clothes and personal items. I had hoped to gone before you got home. I will be heading back to Brad's place. I know there's no way you can accept what I've done. I'll be staying there from now on."

My anger had been building throughout Janet's narrative.

When she stopped, I yelled. "So, you were just going to run out on me like you did your first husband." Janet flinched at that. I hoped it hurt. "Were you going to leave a note?"

"Yes, I was going to but..."

I interrupted her. "I don't believe you. You need to get your things and get out before I say or do something in anger I can't walk back. As soon as I can find a lawyer, I'll get the paperwork started for our divorce. I suppose you'd prefer it be irreconcilable differences rather than adultery."

Janet took that like a slap in the face. I was a little glad to see tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "Yes, please."

"Would you prefer to be served at work or at Brad's?"

"Work." She squeaked. "You're being mean."

"No," I said "If I was being mean, I'd have moved all your personal items into the street. The only reason I didn't was I was holding out hope I was reading the situation wrong. Tell you what, answer one question truthfully and I'll even help you load your car."

"What's the question?"

"Why?"

"Oh God. Why do you have to ask that question?" She paused, obviously considering her response. "I don't have a complete answer but honestly, you're too up-tight and conservative where Brad is more enthusiastic, more a free spirit. He makes me feel alive. The pot is good. And, sex is good. And I'm sorry to say this, yes, better than it is with you."

"Ouch! OK, a deal is a deal, I'll help you get the car loaded."

I helped her load her car and she was gone.

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A week after I filed for a divorce from Janet, a promotion opportunity showed up in another region. I talked with my boss about the opportunity, and he sent a recommendation to HR. I was selected.

I made two trips to the new area, selected an apartment, put down deposits for utilities, and selected a mover.

Things were beginning to look up. I still had 8 months to go on the divorce, but I would be busy, and that time would pass quickly.

I contacted Janet through her lawyer to let her know I was leaving town and see if she wanted any of "our" furniture.

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I got the word back the next day she would stop by that evening to see if there was anything she wanted.

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Janet arrived after dinner.

We exchanged pleasantries but there was no real conversation.

She didn't look good. She had bags under her eyes like she hadn't slept in days and somehow she looked thinner, like she hadn't been eating.

We walked through the apartment, but she seemed more focused on the floor than on looking at furniture. Giving up the pretense, she asked. "Can we sit down and talk? I have something I need to ask you."

Even before she brought the subject up. I knew why she was here and what she wanted to say.

"Thomas, can I come home?"

"You want the apartment?" I asked, playing dumb. "I've already let the landlord know I'll be leaving before the end of the month. I don't know if he already has a new tenant lined up, but I can ask him for you."

"No, that's not it. Can I come back to us, to our marriage?"

"Why would you want to? You made it quite obvious you prefer Brad over me."

She burst into tears. "I'm sorry I said that. It was a cruel and mostly an untrue thing to say. I was just trying to feel better about my actions. I didn't realize I was just hurting you more."

"Sex with Brad was new and exciting but the newness has worn off. After all, I can't stay stoned all the time and Brad isn't any better lover than you when I'm sober. Brad and I share no interests other than sex and that's all I am to him, a sex doll with a pulse. He even shared me with two of his friends last week at one of his parties. I'm staying with Susan now."

Looking me in the eyes, she continued. "Please, can I come back? I know how much I hurt you, but I love you and only you. I left because I couldn't face you knowing how much I had hurt you."

"If you let me back into our marriage, I can move with you, and we can start over where no one knows what I've done. I'll be the best wife ever. You'll never have to worry about me ever again."

"If you look into your heart, I know you'll find you still love me too."

I had to agree. "Yes, I still love you and probably will forever, but I don't trust you anymore. And I don't know how to get over that."

"I don't either but when we met we didn't know each other, and we built trust over time. In a fresh location it would be easier to start building trust like we did the first time. I'll do anything we can think of to help you learn to trust me again." It was obvious she was begging desperately.

"Before I agree to anything, you'll have to get tested for STDs. And to keep it fair, I'm willing to do the same."

"Done." She said relief in her voice. "I'll be back as soon as I get the results."

She was out the door in a flash.

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A week later we shared test results. Both were negative for STDs.

Janet thought to herself. "I hope Thomas never finds out I haven't been staying with Susan, but I've been staying at Brad's and having unprotected sex with him all week, even this morning. Not to mention the threesome with Brad and the two guys I never met before just two nights ago. Of course it was unprotected. I figured I was already pregnant anyway."

"Does this mean we are back together?" She asked. "I hope so, I have all my worldly possessions in my car."

"I guess so. I'll help you bring them in."

"That can wait, I want you to take me to bed right now to celebrate."

I ate her pussy until she had her second orgasm then she rode me like a cowgirl, forward and backward. It was the next morning before we got around to unloading her car.

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Janet came down with a stomach bug while we were getting ready for the movers to arrive. When the nausea persisted for three days with no accompanying diarrhea, we began to suspect morning sickness. Janet realized in all the stress and anxiety she'd experienced in the last few weeks she had missed her period.

A home pregnancy test confirmed our suspicion. Janet was pregnant.

Janet took a hard line. I was the only possible father. I was far from convinced and swore to myself I'd get a DNA test done as soon as possible. We got busy and I never fulfilled this promise to myself.

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1978 saw the birth of Thomas Seabring, Jr. We called him TJ from birth.

Following TJ's birth, he was discovered to have gonorrhea. Janet and I were both tested and found to be positive. Apparently the virus was transferred from Janet during the birth process. We were all treated in the hospital.

Janet and I were asked separately to list our sexual partners. Since we both had clean tests when we got married, we only had to list our partners since we got married. I don't know who Janet listed but I know hers was the only name on my list.

I didn't want to have what would probably develop into a loud discussion at the hospital, so I delayed our discussion until we got home.

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Once home and TJ settled into his crib, I had Janet sit down across from me at the kitchen table.

"Do you have something to tell me?" I asked sternly.

"No."

"OK. Where did you get gonorrhea?"

"What do you mean, I could have gotten it from you." She was trying to get angry and turn the table, but her heart just wasn't in it.

"You're the only person I could have gotten it from." I shouted. "Have you been screwing around again?"

"Shhh, you'll wake TJ if you haven't already."

"Where did you get gonorrhea?" I asked again through gritted teeth. "We tested negative before we got back together."

"I know! The test must have been wrong. You've got to believe me! I haven't been with anyone except you since we moved!" She was sobbing now.

"You can have the bed. I'll sleep on the couch tonight. Tomorrow, I'll talk with the doctor back home to see what the chances are the test results could have been wrong."

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I felt better after talking with the doctor. Apparently the test could have been a false negative. The test may have been too soon after infection, the infection can take a month or more to show up on the test she was given, and some people are completely asymptomatic.

Janet, who had been weepy since I yelled at her the previous night, brightened at once at the news.

A look of sadness washed over her. "You know, if you can't put this behind you and forgive me, every time anything like this comes up it's just going to open old wounds. I predict something like this will break us up for good because you can't trust me."

I thought to myself. "Forgetting is impossible. Forgiving is a work in progress. The words are easy, but the hurt will take longer."

Aloud, I said. "We can make it. I love you."

"I do love you too."

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In 1982, I was promoted and needed to move again. This set the stage for Karma to step in yet again.

Janet and I had made a remarkable recovery over the last three years and were really putting the events of the past behind us. That's not to say everything was perfect or even easy. We had our share of ups and downs. But we dealt with them. I thought I had finally put my trust issues to bed.

As we settled into our new location, Janet found a job as a field agent for an insurance broker. The job paid well, and she enjoyed the work. The only down side was it required her to travel on average once a month and she was often accompanied by her boss, Nick Reeves.

Upon meeting Nick, I had taken an instant dislike to the guy. He was middle aged with black slicked back hair and dark eyes. His exaggerated self-confidence was probably over compensation for the fact he was on the short side. He was always smiling like he knew something you didn't, and that knowledge somehow made him a better man. He liked to flash the large diamond he wore on his right pinkie finger.

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Shortly after we were fully settled in, my cousin, Ed Moore, and his wife, Sue, visited us for a weekend. I couldn't figure out why, but Janet seemed to be on pins and needles most of the weekend like she couldn't wait for them to leave.

When I came back in from seeing Ed and Sue off, Janet was dressed and rushing out. In passing she told me to look after TJ. She had gotten a call from work and had to run in for a few hours.

She hadn't been gone for half an hour when I got a call from Ed. He told me they had stopped for gas on the way out of town and were surprised when Janet pulled into the gas station where she greeted a man with a hug and kiss before getting into his car and leaving. From his description, I knew it was Nick she had met. I told Ed she had been called in to work but he told me the hug and kiss they had witnessed was much more suggestive of a sexual relationship.

Ed was a state police investigator. This made his observation hard to ignore.

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Janet was after 1:30 AM getting home.

I was in bed, in the dark, not able to sleep.

Janet's clothes, hair, and make-up were in disarray. She obviously expected me to be asleep, which would have allowed her to sneak in and clean up before I saw her.

"And what have you been up to?" I asked as she hurried past me and into the bathroom. I could tell she was starting to cry.

I got out of bed, followed her into the bathroom, and watched as she undressed. There were numerous bite marks on her breasts and when she turned to hide them from me, I could see red lines on her butt.

"Never mind what you've been up to, I can tell. Who have you been fucking?"

"Nick." She said.

"How long?"

"We started last month on the trip to Nashville."

"How many times?"

"Tonight makes six."

"Now the big question. Why"

"We had made a big deal and were celebrating. I had a bit too much to drink. We ended up in bed."

"That explains the first time. What about the other five times?" I asked.

"He suggested it would be a shame for you to find out. He never actually threatened to tell you if I didn't comply, but I knew what he meant."

"I assume you'll be moving out tomorrow." It wasn't a question.

She knew there was no coming back this time. "I can't get an apartment that soon. I'll find a place as soon as possible."

"You can sleep in the guest room until then. You won't be coming back to my bed."

I left the bathroom. Finally, the shower noise drowned out the sound of her sobbing.

I went to bed, not to sleep, but to think.

I had made peace with what happened the first time. But we had been clear when we reconciled cheating would not be acceptable ever again. There would be no excuses.

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A week later, she had not found an apartment. I doubted she was trying that hard. I decided to bring the situation to a head. After TJ was in bed, I told her she had one week to find an apartment and move out or I would find myself an apartment and leave. And if I left I would not be back, she could pay for the house. While she made good money, I knew paying for the house would have been a real financial strain on her.

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Later that week, I think it impressed her how serious I was when I announced I had an apartment lined up in case she couldn't find one.

Sure enough, she found an apartment and moved out in the allotted time.

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Since both of us worked, TJ had been in a day care all along.

We sat down with TJ and explained that his mom and dad both loved him but that we could not live together.

Janet and I agreed to split TJ's time between us a week at a time. I took the first week to give her a chance to make the apartment more familiar to him.

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I filed for divorce the following week. For TJ's sake rather than Janet's, it was a no fault divorce. I didn't want TJ to witness his mom and dad fighting any more than was absolutely necessary. We agreed on a more or less even split of money and possessions with me keeping the house, and paying child support but no spousal support. Custody of TJ was split along the lines we had already agreed to.

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Nine months later the divorce was final

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It was early 1983 when Janet called unexpectedly.

She opened the conversation. "I don't suppose you would consider getting back together."

I wasn't sure if this was a question or a statement but responded. "NO, why?"

"I'm pregnant.... by Rick."

I met Rick, the company owner, at a company event the previous year. He had not made a good impression.

"If I had said yes to getting back together, were you going to tell me? Or were you going to try to pass the baby off as mine?"

"No, I would have told you." The waver in her voice did not convince me this was the truth.

"What are you planning to do?" I asked.

"I went to his house to confront his wife and ask her to divorce him. If he hadn't come in when he did, we would certainly have come to blows. As it was, she slapped him two or three times dissolving into tears and collapsing into a chair. She's not going to divorce him. And if he tries to divorce her, she'll take him to the cleaners. She claimed they have a prenup that would leave him practically destitute."

"Nick tried to calm her down by suggesting he might not be the father. When I offered to get one of the prenatal DNA tests done, he crumbled and offered to pay for an abortion. That's what I'm going to do." She dissolved into tears.

Through her tears, she asked. "Would you be able to pick TJ up from daycare and keep him overnight next Wednesday and Thursday?"

"Yes, I'll be glad to do that. Why don't I pick him up Friday too and bring him back Sunday since it's my weekend with him anyway?"

"That would be great. Thanks." I knew her feelings about abortions and the sadness in her voice was crystal clear.

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In 1984, I met and married Erica.

Erica was also a recent divorcee. As we realized we were getting serious, we discussed marital fidelity in great detail. I told her about my failed marriage. I explained that because I had been burned by Janet my attitude about cheating was a very strict "once and done". She agreed she felt the same way. No possible excuse.

I suppose as divorces go, Janet and I were about as civil to each other as possible. I explained to Erica that Janet and I had kept a civil, almost cordial, relationship for TJ's sake. I encouraged Erica to get to know Janet. Not that I wanted them to be friends, but I wanted everyone to know I had no secret agenda.

Erica picked up on the interactions Janet and I had and adopted the same attitude. A number of times, I came into the room to an immediate silence or an obvious change of subject. I always figured they had been talking about me, but I never really cared to know what they had been saying. I had nothing to hide so I believed whatever they were saying couldn't be that bad.

TJ spent every other weekend and a couple of weeks through the year with Erica and me. There were never any problems with vacations or holidays. We accommodated Janet's schedule, and she accommodated ours as much as possible.

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In the intervening years, I heard about Janet's life from Janet, TJ, and even from Erica. I've never encouraged TJ to talk about his mother but have always listened if he felt he needed to share news.

Since our divorce, Janet has lived with three different men for varying lengths of time. Apparently marriage was never a choice. I don't know whose choice that was just like I don't know how or why their time together ended.

Sometime in these years I had forgiven Janet. It was not for her, although I think it meant something to her. The main reason I forgave her was I realized I was wasting my time and energy holding a grudge.

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In 1996, one of the autoimmune diseases took Janet's life. I was surprised it saddened me as much as it did. I guess I missed her somehow.

Erica and I attended the funeral for TJ's sake.

The preacher was Janet's uncle. I was surprised when, during the eulogy he blamed me for her failed marriage since I couldn't find it in my heart to forgive her and stay married.

I wanted to corner him after the service and tell him everything that had happened. But I realized if I said anything to him either he wouldn't believe me or his love for his niece would have been damaged. It wasn't worth it. I had forgiven her years ago. Let him have his delusion.

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Erica and I have been happily married for over 40 years now.

With each passing year, Thomas Jr. Looks less like me than he does like Brad. I've never been interested in having our DNA tested. I don't really want to know. The time when it would have mattered is long since passed.

TJ has a son of his own and I enjoy playing granddad. Erica and I spend at least a week every year with TJ and his family. We alternate between the mountains of North Georgia and the beach of Daufuskie Island off the coast of South Carolina. TJ and I love to build sand castles. In a few years, I may try to get him interested in surfing but that may require a different coast -- I'm thinking Hawaii. I know Erica would love that too.

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I know you're dying to ask the question: "How would you know Janet's side of the story, and what she was thinking, since she died long before this was written?"

As I told you, Janet and Erica had long conversations to which I was not privy. Well, Janet confided our whole story with Erica under the condition her part in it not be revealed as long as Janet lived. It was shortly after Janet's death Erica shared Janet's story. And as a result, this story is not completely one sided.