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wasn’t a virgin, nor was she naive. During dinner she read all the signs and wondered whether she could do something so totally out of character. But she was lonely. She had few friends and little family. Would this be so bad? Okay, he had a wife, but according to him they didn’t have much of a relationship left. They stayed together for his kids. He told her that he was lonely, that he hoped she understood that he’d never done anything like this before either. “Eve, I know this isn’t fair to you but I want you. I’ve wanted you for a long time. Can I hope that you feel the same way?”
    They went to a local hotel and he got them adjoining rooms. They never used hers. Had he planned it that way? She never asked. They went directly to his and he was gentle and tender, so loving and patient with her. He’d slowly removed her clothing piece by piece, kissing each part of her overweight body, looking at her as though she were something special, precious. He’d paid particular attention to her large breasts, kissing and sucking. As some point he’d said that his wife was so small. She’d hated his reference to his wife but in the sexual haze she’d overlooked it. They’d made love and she’d enjoyed it. She hadn’t climaxed but she hadn’t minded. It had been fabulous.
    The following week Mike had suggested “funch” at a small hotel near the office, and they’d been meeting almost every week since. That had been almost a year earlier. Now, sitting in the 3Cs parking lot, she wondered whether she was making the same mistake as she had sixteen years before. But she wanted him, needed him. Soon she’d be thirty-three and then what? With a deep sigh she started her car and headed back to her apartment.
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    As Cait pulled out of the community center parking lot she was gratified by her new friends’ reaction to Logan’s job. American Properties was a big name in the northeast and their black, white, and gold signs could be seen in front of all the best houses. It would be nice if it were Johnson Properties, but Johnson was such an ordinary name and when Marshall Johnson, Logan’s grandfather, had founded the company almost fifty years before it had been just after the war and anything labeled “American” did well.
    In the fifties, the era of the baby boomers, the real estate business in Westchester soared and American Properties and Marshall became legends, breaking up many of the large estates into half-acre lots, each with a new split level home to be sold. Then Palmer, Logan’s father, took over and branched out into commercial properties. Now Logan was following in their footsteps.
    Logan’s business had been keeping him away from the house more and more lately, but although she was a little suspicious, Cait had decided not to think about it too hard. She cared for Logan but slowly it was evolving into a sort of brother/sister thing. She was curious about his life away from her but as long as he left her pretty much on her own, she didn’t really care very much what he did. She had all the money she could spend, all the clothes she could wear, and her computer. As she drove through the steamy streets of East Hudson, she thought about sex. Actually, if she were to admit it, she thought about it a lot these days, and her thoughts seldom revolved around her husband.
    She’d known Logan only a few months before he proposed. They’d both been in their mid-twenties and met when she applied for a job at the local real estate office. They were attracted to each other almost immediately. After only a few dates they professed their love for each other and then went to bed together several times before they began to plan the wedding.
    Their lovemaking was, at best, ordinary. He’d already be erect, touch and fondle her for a few minutes, then plunge into her and climax quickly. But sex wasn’t everything, and