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Feb 22
2008
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When he finally came home, we talked. We talked for hours, deciding whether we could work things through, if there's enough to build on to save this marriage, and despite my hurt, I asked to try again. We both agreed there's enough love to start afresh.
Last night, he came home from work and, as we watched television, I did something I haven't done in years - I performed oral sex on him. It's not something I have particularly liked doing in the past, but last night was different; I enjoyed it.
Afterwards, he went quiet and wouldn't meet my eye. He shrank away from my touch and stared with



