“Lets go to New York.” H was excited by the prospect; standing over me with lustful longing in her eyes as I sat at my desk at work feverishly prevaricated.
“Go on. You deserve it…”
Recently divorced from problematic spouses and the financial baggage of eighteen months of divorce proceedings, perhaps I did. But what about the kids? What about all the years of marital conditioning? Wasn’t forty-seven a bit old to start travelling the world? Not to mention the danger of ostracizing someone who I had considered a friend for over a decade by forced close proximity.