Starting Over
Copyright© 2008 by Little Owl
Chapter 15: Lie of Omission
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 15: Lie of Omission - Can a forty-something single mother really start over when the odds are against her?
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic
Trisha had made arrangements with Mark to spend the weekend at her house the weekend after seeing her attorney. Her boys were at their dad's so she would have time to talk with Mark, alone.
"Hey, Sweet, what do you want to do for dinner? We could go out or order take out?"
"I don't care; whatever you want to do."
"Are you sure you want to do anything? Would you rather I leave you alone tonight?"
"Oh, no; I'm sorry. My mind is still stuck on this battle with Jeff. I'll try not to be so distracted, I promise."
By breakfast on Saturday morning, Mark could stand no more. Trisha had continued to be uncomfortable and distracted since the night before.
"What's going on, Sweet? I hope you're not thinking about breaking up with me because of this thing with Jeff. We're going to fight him, and I'll stand by you; you know that."
"Thanks. It's nothing like that. But, we do need to talk."
"Uh, oh. Famous last words. Let's go get comfortable." Mark placed his arm around Trisha's shoulders as they went to the sofa. He didn't lose contact when they sat down, and proceeded to pull her close to him.
When she pulled out of his embrace, he got worried.
"I need to tell you something and I'll understand if you're mad; or if you hate me afterwards."
"I could NEVER hate you, Sweet!" Mark interjected, not being able to imagine what she could tell him that would cause her to feel this way.
"I remember soon after I started working at the Call Center. I had overheard some of the ladies talking in the restroom one night about me - that I was a single mother, and that it must be hard on me raising my boys. I'm sure you heard the rumor mill, too." Trisha began a little nervous. "Well, everyone just assumed I only had the two because I only talked about Greg and Peter. But, there's another one."
Trisha paused to read Mark's expression. When she couldn't, she continued slowly, only occasionally looking at him. Mostly, she just concentrated on her hands wringing in her lap.
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