At fifty-five, I’d kept myself fit, and I wasn’t a bad-looking guy. I enjoyed the occasional few minutes with my wife’s lingerie, and against her wishes, I’d rejoined my favourite kinky website.
On the downside, my naughty pastimes had been discovered, so my marriage was left in tatters. Before she left, slamming the door behind her, my wife told me that I had an hour to pack and get out.
‘Well, Steven,’ I said aloud as I packed. ‘You’ve often wondered if you’d be capable of starting over, and you are about to find out.’
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