Barb and I met a little over eleven years ago. I was thirty-one years old. Barb was an incoming freshman at a local private university and I owned the college hangout. I still remember the first time I laid eye's on her. A beautiful girl,tall and thin, five-five, with long athletic legs. Barb's breasts were more than a handful with prominent nipples poking out through her t-shirt. Barb's brown hair was long and her brown eye's sparkled, almost black. Completely captivated, I fell for her the moment we spoke. I guess owning the bar was a big plus, Barb was impressionable and we hit it off immediately. Still, it would be another two months before we make love.
While inexperienced, Barb to my good fortune was enthusiastic about sex. Barb had had two lovers before me. One was Barb's high school sweetheart, which was straight sex, nothing oral. Barb's second lover was a fraternity guy she dated when she first started at the college. The frat boy got Barb drunk on their first date and fucked her. Needless to say that relationship lasted the one night.
Barb was raised in central Texas, the bible belt there. Barb's father was a retired high school Principal and her mother a teacher. Barb was the youngest of six children. Barb's parents had been a little more lacks with discipline on Barb. Barb was given a little more freedom than her two older sisters. Still her parents were not pleased when they learned of my background. They didn't like the idea of their daughter seeing a man my age. who for that matter owned a bar. When I asked Mr. Rosen for Barb's hand in marriage, he agreed, but only with the understanding that it would be unfitting for Barb to be married to a bar owner. I promised Mr. Rosen that would change.
I sold the business when Barb graduated and went back to school. Barb and I married shortly there after. After my undergraduate degree, I went for my masters and then a P.H.D. in economics. Barb put me through school while she worked as an assistant hospital administrator. Of course during this time, we put are plans to start a family on hold. About a year ago, after landing a new job, Barb and I decided that now was the time for the family. Unfortunately, that was the same time that she met Dr. Brad Greenburg.
Brad had just moved into town, and was given the job as chief administrator. About five-five and two hundred pounds, Brad wore glasses, and had a Truman Capote look to him. Barb said he was quite nice though and since they worked closely together became good friend's.
Brad was a workaholic and shortly after his arrival it seemed that Barb was working late every night. Again our plans to start a family were put on hold.
During these late nights Brad and Barb shared many a take out dinner. Confiding in Barb, Brad told Barb that he was separated from his wife Ann and that they were contemplating a divorce.
"I didn't know you were married Brad, when did you two separate."
"We've been separated for six month's , ever since I found out she was having an affair."
"God that's horrible. I don't mean to pry, but is she still seeing him."
"I don't mind, in fact I need to talk about this with someone and yes she is. He's a brute of a man and he won't leave her alone."
"Brad how did you find out, and how do you know he's still seeing Ann."
"Actually I found out, before Ann told me. I never let on how I found out. You see, it happened by chance. I noticed that Ann was using her computer a lot. So one day I started playing around and tried to guess her pass word. Ann was a cheerleader in high school and college so I tried the pass word Rah Rah and sure enough it worked." Then in front of Barb, Brad typed in Ann's E-mail address and password, displaying her inbox.
"Ann doesn't know?"
"No and she's saved every piece of mail and even picture's that they traded."
"You're kidding."
"No, look." Then clicking one of the e-mails and then an attachment, a picture of a handsome and elegantly dressed black man appeared on the monitor. "That's him."
Barb didn't know what to say. Barb's first impression was that Brad was in deep trouble. The man in the photo looked like a male model, about thirty or thirty-five. " What's his name," Barb asked staring at the picture.
"Drew, he's a pharmaceutical rep, we met him at a party about eight months ago. I remember the night well. Drew and Ann danced several time. Little did I know they would be sleeping together in less than a week. I know what your thinking. I don't stand a chance of winning my wife back, but I love her and haven't given up hope."
"I wasn't thinking that Brad, and I agree, couple's have gone through more and stayed together. How old is Ann," Barb's curiosity was peeking.
"Twenty-nine. I'm sorry to burden you with this stuff, it's just been hard. I'm alone here and confused."
Barb's heart went out to Brad. The man was clearly troubled but Barb didn't have any answers. "be patient brad things always work out for the best."
"Thanks for the support Barb it means a lot to me."
That night Barb had thought about what she had learned, she wished she knew more. The next morning Barb mentioned to me what transpired the night before.
"Twenty-nine huh, sounds like old Brad had himself a trophy wife. What does she look like?"
"I don't know, I've never seen a picture of her."
"Well good looking or bad, I don't like his chances of winning her back. I understand once a gal goes black, well you know what they say."
"I don't believe you Steve, here is a friend going through a horrible time and your making jokes. I've got to get to work, I love you bye."
Later that morning Brad walked into Barb's office. "Type this in I want you to see something. anngreenburgh@gol.com and you remember the password, rahrah. Good now go to sent messages and open the last message."
