The Next Day

The next day we met for our scheduled mediation session.

Our mediator was a psychologist named Amy. She was also a brunette, shorter than both Jane or I, with curly hair and large breasts, and otherwise plain looking. Normally during our meetings I fantasized about her, but I'd just had sex the night before, so I didn't feel the need.

"We should talk about last night," I said. "I thought it was very hot and I felt like maybe we were reopening our relationship. Maybe we just need couples counseling and we can stop mediation."

"It was nothing," Jane said. "It was just a one-off, it isn't going to happen again."

Amy shifted a little in her seat. "What happened?" she asked.

"Jane came over for a booty call," I said. Amy didn't say anything, but took a couple of notes and sat looking thoughtful.

I was feeling hurt, but I decided not to say anything. I didn't want to open up any more than I already had. So, we continued with the tiresome business of mediation, mostly discussing who got what. We met like this a few more times until three weeks later...