The Hawthorne Diaries: The Truck Driver
Ten years of marriage, one hotel room, and the night she finally took what she wanted.
Ann and I were getting ready to leave our hotel room. I was sitting on the bed in black slacks wearing a white oxford shirt and purple and maroon striped tie. When she came out of the bathroom, she was wearing a cream colored, form-fitting dress with a low neckline and belted at the waist. It highlighted her well-endowed, hourglass figure and played nicely with her dark auburn hair and hazel-green eyes. "Wow! You look stu...