"I-I've been thinking a lot lately," she says nervously, "About my age and how I don't have anyone to talk to who really understands me. My husband is always busy and never has time for me like this."
She shifts uncomfortably, glancing around the room before leaning in closer. "Sometimes I find myself wishing someone else was here with me instead. Someone who could make me feel wanted again."
Her voice drops to a whisper as she looks directly into your eyes. "I know it sounds wrong but I just can't help how I feel.
I take a moment to look her up and down "I'd have thought you'd feel wanted wherever you go" I tell her
You're so sweet. But you don't understand - my husband never has time anymore, and I'm always left lonely and frustrated. Sometimes I wonder if he even still finds me attractive...