The weeks flew by. I was now permanently sleeping at Dawn's, just using my flat as my office -- oh how I hate the daily commute! Dawn would pop in occasionally during the day, to make me a tea or coffee, if I wasn't busy she would stay for a chat and sometimes a quick shag. Neither of our sex lives had ever been so good!
Dawn had been to see a solicitor about filing for divorce and matters were progressing speedily. As Dan had been the first transgressor in the relationship Dawn was filing on the basis of infidelity by him. He tried to get her to change the reason to an irretrievable breakdown in the marriage, but she was having none of it; she wanted her sister named and shamed in the paperwork! Dan was concerned about his reputation, not to mention what his mother would think. His boss was a strictly religious man and Dan was concerned that his job might be on the line if the truth leaked out. Eventually, after weeks of negotiations between the two sets of solicitors, Dawn received a call from the solicitor acting for her.
After putting the phone down, Dawn smiled delightfully at me.
"The bastard's given in," she said, "As long as I agree to change the reason for the divorce to an irretrievable breakdown, he is making no claim on any proceeds from the flat and will transfer it into my sole name."
She got up from her chair and hugged me. I held her tight, revelling in the feel of her petite body pressed up against me. My hands wandered down to her jean covered arse and grabbed her cheeks through the material as my mouth moved to hers. She returned my kiss and then broke away.
"No time for this now," she said, "I need to get to the solicitor's office and sign some papers before the bastard changes his mind." With that, she was out of the flat and gone. I returned to my work, whilst musing over a few thoughts in my mind.
I had to go to the dreaded Carol's office again, my mind struggling to rid itself the image of her as a dominatrix. She was dressed in her standard attire when I met her; sharp business suit with her usual stern expression to match.
"You're late," she barked.
I checked my watch -- it was one minute after I had been due to arrive.
"Sorry," I stammered, "it's only a minute."
"Late is late," she snarled, "time is money -- now get in there and get on with it," she said, pointing to the office.
My mind briefly wandered to getting in her pussy and getting on with it, but I was soon brought back to earth by her voice, yet again.
"Well? What are you waiting for?" she bellowed.
I rushed into the office and started checking the accounts, feeling pity for anyone who had to work for her full-time. I quickly worked through the pile of accounts set out, correcting a few minor errors, and returned the papers to her before leaving.
My drive home took me past the shopping mall where Dawn and I had shopped before our holiday. For some reason I decided to park up and have a wander through the shops; window-shopping, not something I would normally do but an idea was being formulated in my mind and I just decided to roll with it. As I was strolling along, a jewellery store caught my eye and I went to look in the window. There it was, the object my mind had brought me here for! Quick question: Can you propose to a married woman? Course you can, came the answer -- you just have to wait till the divorce comes through before you can get married. I entered the store and asked the assistant to show me the ring I had seen in the window. When he brought it to me, I knew it was the one. I didn't know Dawn's ring size but estimated that her finger was about the same size as my little pinky -- the assistant assured me that it could be altered anyway. He took my order and told me the ring would be ready in a week.
On my way back to the car, I noticed a porn shop down one of the side aisles, set away in a discreet section. I decided to pay it a visit and purchased a few items with Dawn in mind; she was hopefully going to be my fiancée -- she was definitely my whore.
I left the shopping mall with mood swings. I was elated that I had decided to propose; I was nervous that she would say no. Was I moving too fast? She was just exiting one marriage -- would she readily jump into another? With an older man? I almost turned around to cancel the order but kept my nerve and got into the car and drove.
Once home, or my office as it is now, despite it being the middle of the afternoon and I had work to get on with, I got a beer from the fridge, sat down and put the telly on. When I had finished the beer, I went to the fridge got another three bottles and sat and drank and drank. Out of beer, I got the whisky bottle out and started on that, eventually falling asleep on the settee.
I was awoken by Dawn's voice, "Bob, what are you doing? You reek of booze -- are you celebrating something?"
I opened my eyes, slurred "Sorry" to her and made a grab for her.
She evaded my attempts to pull her close to me, saying, "I don't think you're in any state for that. Anyway, I've got to collect Shannon from school -- Madison's coming to stay the night -- it might be best if you sleep in here tonight."
Dawn left me and I fell back asleep on the settee, with some detective programme on the box. It was the middle of the night when I awoke and crawled into bed. It was lonely without Dawn; I was so used to having a sleeping partner again and missed her terribly. I considered getting up and going next door but she had said that I should sleep here and I didn't want to upset her, so I stayed put.
When I woke up in the morning, I was ravenous -- I hadn't had any dinner and my stomach was complaining like crazy. I decided to risk my chances next door and was pleased to find Dawn in a good mood; she did me a full fry up which sorted out my hunger pangs straight away. Now I was just hungry for her but that would have to wait until the girls had gone to school.
When Dawn left to take the girls to school I stripped and climbed into her bed, awaiting her return. I heard the front door open and shut and her voice calling out for me. When she came into the bedroom, she was surprised to find me in bed.
"Don't you have wok today?" she asked, her eyebrow raised.
"I'm gonna start late today," I responded, "I want my second course now."
