"Where are you going all dressed up?  You never dress up like that for me?"  George eyes me up and down suspiciously before tightening his fists and glaring at me.

"I am going out with Connie.  She is taking me to that new restaurant down on 5th.  She said it's a treat for being the world's greatest mom."  Satisfied that he believes me, I turn to leave.  

He grabs my elbow and swings me around, hurting me.  "If I find out that you aren't telling the truth, you will pay."

"Stop, you are hurting me.  If you ever do this again, I will have you thrown in jail."  I yell as I walk out the door before hearing him swearing behind me.  

When I get to the car, I slump down in the driver's seat and put the key in the ignition.  Sighing, I pull out of the driveway and say, "What an ass.” Before driving away.

Calling Connie, I let her know what I am doing and fill her in mostly.  She gets excited and practically screams over the phone.

"Girl.  You are finally doing it and with Jordan Hill of all people.  He is such a bad boy!  Correction, man.  I remember him from high school and drooled all over that hunk of man.  Those muscles and that butt, oh.  You are so lucky.  So where is he taking you?"

"I don't have a clue.  But if George finds out, you might have to call the cops when I end up missing.  He’s already threatened me.   I know he suspects something, but I hope my lies were good enough that he won't go looking for me.  You know, I don't get it.  He cheats on me all the time, but I'm the one he suspects of always cheating."

"Well, I hope Jordan takes you somewhere romantic and then rocks your world all night long."  Practically screaming on the phone, I can tell that she wishes it were really her.

"No one is going to be rocking my world.  Remember, I am married with children?  Also, I don't believe in divorce, or I would have done it by now."

"Lillian, then the only way you will ever escape that nightmare is to make sweet love with Jordan.  Get your freak on girl.  At least if you aren't willing to leave that creep, you can have a slice of heaven on the side."

"Connie, Connie.  This is me, Lillian.  The woman who has only been with one man, like 4 times my entire life.  I don't get my freak on with anyone.  Who knows, maybe the reason why George has cheated all these years and won't touch me, is I suck in bed."

"Girl, I seriously doubt that.  I have seen you lick an ice cream cone and if you pay that much attention to a man's tool, he will worship you.  Trust me."

Giggling, I can't help but imagine doing just that to Jordan.  Arriving at Connie's, I hang up and walk up to her door.  When she answers, her eyes widen just looking at me.  

"Oh, my goodness.  You are so beautiful.  I had forgotten that there is a woman under all that." 

Usually, I wear jeans and sweaters all year, so no one ever sees my body and makes George jealous.  However, tonight is a special occasion.  I finally get to go on a date with Jordan Hill after 20 years.  It's just a shame that I am married and can't do anything about it.  I close my eyes for a few moments before sighing.

The promise of a new life is enticing, but I could never leave my old life and my kids behind.  I know that if I divorced George, he would find a way to keep the kids and I would never see them again.  To me, love is not worth losing my kids over.

Perhaps, someday when the kids are grown up, I will move on.  But not till they have gone on their own, away from George. Looking at my watch, I see that it's 2 minutes to 6. I guess he believes in getting here at the last minute. Oh well.

Going inside to wait, Connie grabs me a cup of coffee and we talk about the kids and the neighborhood.  Looking at my watch again, it's 6:30.  I pull out my phone and realize that Jordan tried to call me.  Why didn't I hear the phone ring?

I check and he didn't leave a message, so I call him back.  No answer, but right afterwards I hear a knock at the door.  Connie rushes to it and gives me a thumbs up when she looks out.  I walk over and stand by the door nervously, only opening it when Connie runs in the other room.

Smiling, he looks me up and down, eventually staring into my eyes.  His luscious brown eyes are the color of chocolates.  As I sink into them, he starts talking.  Of course, it quickly forces me back into reality when he touches my hand.

"You look stunningly beautiful Lillian.  Your pictures don't do you justice one bit."  

As I stand still, I don't know what to say.  I feel a strange chemistry between us the minute I set eyes on him.  But something tells me that if I am alone with him for too long, I will end up with my clothes off.

"Are you ready to go?"  He stares at my mouth and almost looks like he wants to kiss me.

I'm sure he feels the same way, because he is staring at me like a hungry wolf who is awaiting his dinner patiently.  He licks his lips and puts his hands in his pockets, waiting for me to say something.

"Yes, I was just chatting with Connie.  Letting her know what to tell George if he shows up and I'm not here."

"Oh."  He scratches his chin where the stubble is starting to show and then gets a puzzled look on his face.

"Well, I guess we had better get going then so he doesn't see us together."  He reaches down and grabs my hand again and then leads me to his car.  On the way, I look behind me and watch Connie walk to the door and give me a thumbs up, before shutting it.

Once I hear the engine purr, he turns on the radio and off we go.  Before we get to the restaurant, he tells me why he was late and tried to call.  His mom had showed up drunk, and he had to make sure that she was alright first.  Once she fell asleep on his bed, he left.

The whole time we were driving it felt so natural, the two of us being together.  When we got to the restaurant, he held my door for me and took my hand.  Strangely, I am not nervous at all.  I'm the exact opposite actually and it feels like we have done this all before.  

Sitting down at a table, his leg touches mine.  Then I feel a strange warmth spread from between my legs and all over my body.  When he stares at me, I smile and let him order for us, because I have no idea what is good here or not and frankly, I like it when the man takes over.

"I hope you like what I ordered for you.  Since we don't know each other well, it was kind of hard to decide.  But I figured it was safe because everyone likes chicken."

Laughing, we both sit quietly for a minute and then he asks, "Do you think the two of us would have been together if I would have asked you out in high school?"

Thinking about that exact same thing, I sit stunned for a moment.  He waits patiently for me to speak, but right now I'm questioning my own sense of duty to my husband.  When I do eventually say something, I answer quietly.  

"Jordan, right now I would like nothing better than the two of us to have done that very thing, because there is no doubt in my mind that we would have been together still to this day."

His face turns completely serious and then he states, "Lillian, your husband doesn't deserve you and you have no idea how much I want you right now.  Just knowing that he hasn't touched you all these years and went after skanks instead, makes me want to beat the shit out of him.  If you were mine, there isn't anything in this world that would keep me from making love to you every chance I got."

Blinking wildly, I sit still quietly, just wondering what to do next.  This man in front of me is so passionate and everything I have ever wanted in a man, and he is mine for the taking if I want him?  All I must do is tell him.  The problem is that I am married with two children who I love more than anything in this world.  So, the question is.  Am I willing to lose it all for him?

Realizing the answer, I almost cry, but instead fight back the tears.  I can enjoy this night and maybe a kiss, but anything more than that, I can never have.  My children's welfare is far more important than my own.  

Playing it cool, I say, "When you have children, you don't always get what you want in this world.  You have to put them first, always."

Afterwards, we sit in relative quiet until the food comes.  Even though I refuse to be with him and leave my children, we still pass heated looks to each other.  But when I feel his leg rub mine, I start to ache for more.  Seeing the desire when he gazes into my eyes, he takes my hand, and leads me out the kitchen door.  

As we walk out the emergency exit and stand in the alley, he leans me up against the cold brick wall and kisses me harder on the lips than George ever has.  When our lips touch, it's like fire and an earthquake shakes my whole being.  My insides feel like they are about to burst as he lifts me up by digging his fingers into my butt cheeks.  I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist and hold on tight for dear life as he kisses me so hard, I can feel my lips already bruising.

I hear a noise from somewhere behind me and when I turn around, I see George standing there, screaming.  Jordan puts me down quickly and makes sure I am safe, before beating the crap out of George.  Scared, I run back in the restaurant and call Connie.  She picks me up and drives me home.

The next thing I know, the cops are knocking on my door and telling me that George has been in a fight and won't be home till the morning.  Going to bed scared, I lay there fearing what is going to happen when he gets out and comes home.  When I eventually fall asleep, I remember dreaming about that magical, unreal kiss and the way it made me feel alive for the first time in my life.