I was not that surprised to see that the message was from DD, David Durkins, my lover. Yes lover, not boy friend, partner, intended or friend, but lover. Such an evocative word and apt description. I had met him when I was at university. He was a lecturer in his late thirties, married with two children and I felt, unusually for me, that he was drop dead gorgeous; I do not accord many men with that description! Not just to look at, but to talk to and to think with and both of the latter are far more important to me than the former. DD had a great body, a wonderful mind and a sparkling personality. On top of that he was a bit of a philanderer, had a wandering eye, fancied me and could fuck like a superman; what more could a girl ask for? .....