"Although healing may not be the primary focus of the sexual experience, sexual issues of repression or trauma can be brought to the lovemaking session and patiently addressed."
― Michael Mirdad, An Introduction To Tantra And Sacred Sexuality

My wife understood and agreed to our arrangement. We were united in explaining this to our kids, who were confused by the change. We were both going to remain dedicated to our children in the process. We aligned our schedules around them and their needs and activities. Of course, Lori took more of that load when I could no longer juggle home and them. I stayed home on the weekends and gave Lori time to reinvent herself and chase her dream of going out into the nightlife with peace of mind that our children were safe and cared for by me if not by one of their respectable grandparents.

Monday through Friday wasn't exactly as I had planned out my life. I didn't anticipate the incredible lonely feeling or the sense of abandonment. I spent a lot of time moping around my friend's bachelor pad resisting the urge to fucking call her and demand an explanation to her no show until one day, out of the blue, she did show up.

I was startled to see her sitting on the platform bed, removing her shoes. There were no words. I slowly undressed before her. I was stripped bare, and she watched and slowly undressed, the closer I got to her. She lay back and allowed me to climb on top but not before she placed a condom down my dick with her mouth. A technique I never had in my all years performed on me. I hissed. She moaned. I grabbed a fist full of her hair and kissed her hungrily. I wanted to squeeze her ass and suck her tits. I wanted all of her juices between her thighs all over my face. I wanted her to cum and scream in agony when I changed it up on her, still withholding. I wanted her to writhe and admit this was the best dick yet because her pussy was all I wanted. I awoke sore as hell. The only other sign that it wasn't my imagination was the used condoms tossed about, one near the far wall and two on the side of the bed.

During the next few days, I had expected to see her magically reappear. I was disappointed. I had told Jessie to schedule a meeting with Ms. Benton. Location, her office. Thirty minutes. Topic: Unknown. Jessie was going to say something about the timing if accepted by Ms. Benton, but I had walked away, not wanting to be dissuaded by her schedule or mine and its conflicts. I received the acceptance on my calendar.

I had knocked. She opened. It was the first time I had ever gone to see Michonne since she started a few weeks ago. She didn't close the door when I had stepped in. I did. She was startled. I didn't sense fear—a wariness.

"Why would you close the door, Mr. Grimes?"

In my head what we shared was some otherworldly connection that I couldn't seem to get enough of and I felt I was being deprived. It was difficult to appear less obvious to those around us.

"We need to talk in private since I can't seem to gauge when I am to see you in a less public setting. No better place than here. Right now." I had suggested.

"How sensitive can this unknown topic be where..."

I had cut her off by pressing her up against the door of her office. My mouth covered hers. Her arms were around my neck. I hiked up her skirt and lifted her for her to drape her legs around my waist. I was succumbing to the sweetest hum as I thrust and thrashed against her wanting badly to strip her bare and fuck her for making me unsure of when we were going to be together again for any significant amount of time. She was causing me to become crazed until there was a knock. I hurried and took a seat. Michonne quickly collected herself.

It was Deanna.

"I am not the only one curious as to why you two aren't in the meeting downstairs in Conference room 9. We have a few guests in attendance, including Negan Carrington." Deanna glanced from me to Michonne and back at me again.

"We were on our way." Michonne hurried to her desk to turn off her computer and grab her laptop.

"Ms. Benton, could you grab a Kleenex. Mr. Grimes is going to need it."