I got his phone call. As blunt as a bullet to the bone and flesh, I didn’t see it coming. Dreams of his soft breath on my eyelashes, heated lips on the nape of my neck and the brush of his finger tips to my cheek. This was the secret language our bodies spoke to each other. The pleasure intense, the emotion deep. But now my heart was cracked like the shell of an M&M –the yellow ones. He was back to chubby childish arms and the press of faithful wifely lips. It’s over!