Ever since Lauren and the children have returned from the States we have been living in love and harmony. There are occasional glitches, but they are few and far between. I have experienced a significant shift in my attitude toward women, which has given me a lot of comfort. But yesterday I saw a woman who tripped me for the first time since Lauren and I got back together. We were at a party. She was in her late thirties or early forties. Blond, thin, petite, she was dressed well. Her face was sharp, fox-like. Every feature was drawn with precision. A long nose, a fine mouth, a stunning pair of blue eyes. A pair of small breasts, too. I was dumbfounded. Standing next to her and watching her from the corner of my eye, I could feel my prick inside her. I could feel us together. She looked into my eyes once, and we exchanged a warm smile. Perhaps she was aware of my confusion. I could imagine picking her up and running away with her, eloping with her. I could imagine dropping everything because of this stunning woman. In the end, the reason prevailed. I just walked away and joined Lauren in another room. Like an addict, I felt victorious because I walked away from a challenge. But, like an addict again, I knew many more challenges awaited me.