After two years in the Army, one in Korea, I came home to my bride of three years. Two months later she asked for a divorce. What I didn't know then was that she had turned into a bi-sexual slut. She had multiple partners while I was overseas, men and women. Later she re-married but divorced that poor guy within a few months. She ended up a lesbian.
At the time I was starting a career in real estate. One of my first clients was a middle aged woman name Ann. I say middle aged; she was 37 and I was 25. I must have shown her at least a dozen properties and bought her lunch a couple of times when late one afternoon, after a showing she asked if I'd like to have dinner. I declined because I was short on cash. She insisted saying I had spent so much time with her she felt she owed me and wanted to cook dinner for me; I reluctantly agreed.
She revealed she had two daughters and needed a few things from the store. It looked like it was going to be a business thank you and nothing more.
Ann introduced me to her daughters Leanne, Joanne and her sitter Kate. She apologized to the sitter for being late. but her sitter just smiled slyly and said, "you kids behave" as she left. In hind sight I think she knew what Ann had on her mind.
Long story short, I played with her daughters, they were 12 and 10 at the time, while Ann made dinner. She made a delicious meatless pasta, salad and garlic bread. Desert was lemon sherbet. During dinner she apologized saying she was a vegetarian and hoped I didn't mind.
I complemented her cooking profusely and sincerely. After dinner I finished the game I had been playing with her kids while Ann cleaned up the kitchen before excusing herself to go upstairs to "get comfortable."
She was gone for about ten minutes. When she returned she was wearing the same skirt and blouse but I could tell she was no longer wearing pantyhose, shoes or a bra. Things were looking up!
The four of us played one more game of "Sorry" and then Ann told the girls it was time for bed. They resisted as most kids do but quickly put the game away and politely excused themselves giving me a shy hug before going up to their room.
Ann smiled as they left and offered, "There's a bottle of wine in the fridge; why don't you make yourself comfortable and pour us a glass while I go tuck them in?" Things were moving much faster than I was used to.
Ann had left two wine glasses on the counter next to the fridge. I opened the wine and poured, filling each glass about one third full. I took them to the living room and took off my sports coat. (This was the mid seventies, things were a little more formal back then!)
When Ann returned I was seated on her couch. She went to her "entertainment center;" back then we had TV's, record players and radios all in one huge piece of furniture and put on some soft piano music, "Ferrante and Teicher" I think. She sat next to me.
"Fred," she took my hand and held it tight. "Please don't run out of here screaming."
Now I was worried. "I don't understand."
"You told me you are getting a divorce." She looked strange, unlike any woman I'd ever been with. Not that I had been with very many.
"I did but..."
"Let me finish." She interrupted. "You know I'm divorced." She spit it out like she was in a hurry.
"I do."
