When Jerry arrived home the place was dark. No one was there. He sat and waited up for her, but no Loren. He made himself a drink, half expecting his wife, along with her sultry mood, but no Loren. He realized she was pissed for some reason, but this seemed a little too extreme. And by the evening of day two he had begun to miss her. He might have worried had this been the first time, but Loren had done this before, in fact it was part of her M.O.: Get annoyed with Jerry… stay out… sometimes for a few days. But Jerry didn’t anticipate the routine this evening, even though, on second thought, he might have. Somehow it did seem to follow a pattern. It was only day before yesterday he had come home to find her sitting alone, half dressed, admiring a new pair of sexy flat shoes she’d just bought. “What do you think?” she asked, as she extended her legs this way and that. Her shapely legs and thick ankles looked more impressive than Jerry could find words for…and though Loren was his wife, her look and even her attitude was new – exciting! She didn’t await Jerry’s reply almanbahis şikayet but proposed they hustle out to a movie, where Loren aggressively suggested they decide what to do about Loren’s stockings. Put them on or remove them? Jerry couldn’t recall which. But the procedure was to take place in the dark movie house, in public. And it was to take place in the midst of a foot massage. He couldn’t do it… certainly not with people to his left and to Loren’s right looking on, furtively. Loren had become more than annoyed with Jerry’s paralysis, to the extent where she asked the curious looker next to her to help her on with her shoes and then left. Her new friend did just that, and then followed her. A stunned Jerry did not. When Loren came home that night Jerry was already asleep. The following morning Loren informed him of her new and vindictive intention to wear what she seemed to perceive as sexless flip-flops, on a daily basis, even to the dress-up party later that night, since, she said, Jerry didn’t seem to care. She threw a pair of her old stockings almanbahis canlı casino at him suggesting that he go masturbate with them since he couldn’t seem to deal with the real thing. That was all before the party. And at the affair, Jerry found Loren, in her flip-flops as promised, but wearing her stockings. In front of an old friend, Charlie, Loren again teased about removing her footwear, and with the help of Charlie’s wife, Lily, did just that later on. That, however, was not all that had transpired. At the dinner table Jerry spied Loren playing with Charlie, and Lily inappropriately groping Loren beneath the table. When Loren vanished that night she was wearing Jerry’s jacket. He later found a pair of Lily’s silk panties in the pocket. And he found himself going home alone after Loren sped away in a cab. That was it. It was the last time Jerry had seen his wife. And now he was becoming concerned. In the past, although Jerry was really at a loss as to where Loren may have gone, and exactly why she might have gone there, he had his suspicions. Of almanbahis casino course he’d ask her where she was, but it would be of no use. Loren wouldn’t answer him; she would hardly speak to him now, much less disclose where she had been and with whom! Anyway he was becoming lonelier than ever, and a little tipsy on this second night. Where the hell was she? He could discern her scent off her pillow in bed; he could hear her humming along with the discs in her CD player; he could taste her in the cocktail snacks she liked with her martinis. He stood before the eight by ten photograph of the two of them on her bureau and smelled her perfume wafting from her closet. But she wasn’t there. He stared at the pair of worn stockings she’d left him night before last. Jerry looked inside Loren’s open closet. On the floor he could see the several pair of flip-flops she’d recently purchased, and toward the back were two pairs of those sexy, black ballet flats. It was then Jerry heard the key in the door. Loren walked into the apartment, taking her shoes off as she ambled toward the couch, putting down the bag she was carrying. “Hi,” said Jerry. She answered, but a few chilly moments beyond the expected interval without making eye contact. “Where have you been, Lor… for two days?” “I don’t see that’s any of your business, Jerry.