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Max got them each a glass of wine, and they chatted. This time it was more personal than any other time. Gwen had asked why he wasn’t a taken man. Max explained that after his divorce he threw himself into his work and that he hasn’t found that one woman yet, that he would consider settling down with. He asked the same of her, and she explained that even though they aren’t divorced, she does date and that she thought she found the right guy a year ago. He was thoughtful and a great lover, and doted over her. But then one night, they went to this out of the way place for dinner. When they were seated at their table, a couple came up to them. She explained how figity Tom got, especially when the lady asked where Shelly was. After the couple moved off, Gwen had asked who fetish Shelly was, and he came clean, that he was married. Gwen said it explained a lot. They never went to his place, ever. And most dates were always well away from where he lived, and only on two occasions did he ever spend the night with her. Most times it was dinner or a movie, or they frequently stayed at her place, had dinner then sex, and then he would leave. When Tom finished telling her, Gwen took her glass of water and threw it in his face, then got up and called a cab to take her home. She said she was pissed even more when the cab ride cost her almost 50 bucks. At dinner, the conversation revolved more around his work and his presentations that day. She gushed over the fact that she had made up her mind that morning that her company was going with this package. She then let another sexual innuendo go when she said that he could show her his hardware package, but privately this week. Max just smiled and said he’d be more than happy too, knowing full well what she really meant. After dinner, they went for a stroll around a park area, near the beach. 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