Megan and Evan spoke on the way to her house, he pointed out some beautiful homes. She shared tidbits about the people she knew who lived in them. She explained how one home went through an extensive renovation. The owner, a summer resident from New York wanted everything just, so it ran over budget by fifty thousand dollars and took an extra four months.

"Wow!"

"Yup, it has imported Italian marble. They didn't like it when it arrived, so they had to send it back and reorder. The contractor is a friend."

"I love that one with all the glass windows looking out on the ocean." He pointed to the house she grew up in. The house where her parents lived and possibly where her children were asleep.

"I hear it costs a fortune to heat in the winter. My house is a shack compared to those. Actually, it is a shack." She corrected herself.

When they arrived, she invited him in. She saw him slowly scanning her home. She saw it for the shabby room it was. "It's cozy."

"It was all we could afford. Do you want a drink? I've got wine, but no beer."

"Just some water."

Handing his a glass of water, she watched as he drank it and handed it back to her. He was good looking. His hair was light brown, almost blonde and had a wave to it. His eyes were a nice brown. As soon as she put her glass down, he had her in his arms again.

They kissed with their bodies pressed together. Megan felt them both respond. Suddenly the thought came to her mind was that she was thirty, and she had ever only slept with one man. Not only that, but it had been over five years for her. Five years, closer to six and her body suddenly needed to come alive.

Evan's hands traveled and found her breasts. She broke away from the kiss. "I've had twins. Nothing's like it once was."

"Oh, I don't believe that." Before she could react, he pushed her shirt up and ran his hands across her not quite flat belly, laced with faint silver lines from her stretch marks. Then he was reaching into her bra. His fingers caught a nipple and rolled it between his fingers."

"You're beautiful." He kissed her again exploring her taste with his tongue. He moved his hand down her body and cupped her buttock, pushing her flush against him.

For Megan there was no mistaking what he wanted and without hesitation she led him to her bedroom. She pulled her shirt over her head and let her shorts drop. She stood in front of him, almost a stranger, in just her bra and panties.

He followed suit, but stripped off all his clothes including his boxer briefs. He stood in front of her ready. She reached out and touched him. Gently she stroked the silky smoothness.

"Stop." he said in a husky voice and pulled her with him onto her bed.

She shut her eyes and took in the sensation as he explored her body completely with his hands and his lips.

He flopped onto his back next to her. "You're amazing."

She smiled and thought it had been a very long time since she felt amazing. It was one in the morning when he left. He promised to call her later. Part of her didn't care if he did. She had heard of people having sex with strangers and never understood how it could happen until now. She had forgotten how much she liked sex. That was a part of her she had shut down. Any thoughts of sex brought her ex to mind and now she had another partner to recall.

She got up early to work from seven to noon. She had to remind herself it wasn't a dream. She replayed the evening in her head. When she felt foolish for being so easy, she justified it and said to herself, I'm an adult.

That afternoon, her phone rang. She was shocked because she really never thought he'd call. Although they had each entered their number into the other's phone before he left, she assumed he had gotten what he wanted.

"Hi, beautiful. I was wondering if I could stop by when I get out at ten tonight."

She almost said no. Then she remembered how good it felt to feel alive sexually and agreed.

She was waiting for him when he knocked on her door. It didn't take long, and he was once again in her bed. They both fell asleep and when Megan woke, it was six in the morning. She woke him and told him to go.

He kissed her, and she watched him walk down the deserted street. She didn't want all her neighbors to know what she was doing. She especially didn't want her mother to find out. Megan had disappointed her mother plenty.

As she got ready for work, she thought, these hours would kill her. She took a nap that afternoon before Nick and Sophie came home to be rested for her children.