Personally, I think the old man caught on to what his married, straight, high-powered corporate executive wife was doing all those afternoons and evenings she was supposedly taking care of her kid or doing work-related stuff. Yea, he discovered his little woman was a closet fiction writer who preferred ***** ***** to mysteries or recipe swapping. Probably thought that a trip to Disney and the Keys would result in her going over to the dark side – a visual of his loving soul mate going down on Snow White was probably just too much for him to take. And of course an encounter with the Beachster would most definitely make that little Chaser want to test the waters and add a little girl on girl sexual encounter to her To Do list. Yea, premonition my ***** you Donna lover . . .

Mixed emotions engulfed me for sure as I was feeling just a little blue about not meeting Chase, feeling a little excited as I looked at my watch knowing SHE would be here soon, feeling a little guilty as I left K to the business of delivering those chairs to the hospice by herself.

But K didnt WANT me to help. I am not the sharpest tool in the shed when it comes to giving K a hand with her work; she actually prefers my company to my assistance. Even so, I regretted not being with her. And Chase had promised to keep in touch and assured me that Florida was a family vacation destination quite often so we definitely would meet someday. Despite knowing that fact, I still encountered pangs of disappointment.

So there I was . . . just a living, breathing clich of mixed emotions . . a little sad and disappointed . . a little guilty yet incredibly excited . . . a little apprehensive but at the same time so confidently content in the knowledge that I had a loving and understanding wife, a whole new group of friends I was tracking and meeting because of the L and of course, one amazingly hot cybersex partner / anonymous fan fic author who could make me wet without even touching me . . . a mystery woman who could make me pant with excitement at the mere sound of that distinctive and undeniable beep indicating the arrival of a text message. I may have been wrought with mixed emotions, but I certainly was one lucky lady.