A history of God and Me part 13

I was captivated by her and our short conversation she initiated regarding the jazz music played in the elevator. It was almost like she had read my mind, turned around and spoke to me. Odd. But wonderful. We said our respective "have a nice day" to one another and returned to the routine world.

Upstairs at the office I was blown away thinking about what had just happened. In just a moments flash I had become more than enamored by a creature of exquisite beauty, obvious intelligence and a charisma that seemed to penetrate me. What just happened seemed like a dream. I wanted her. I wanted to talk to her again. I wanted to get to know her. I wanted to know what made the mystery women tick. I wanted to be inside her.

But I was married. I had never had an affair in over twenty years of marriage. Had wanted to but never followed through on any possibilities. Four months prior to this moment of elevator bliss I rounded the curve of no return. The point of no return with regards to my wife. I reached that point I had heard about and read about. That point where I didn't care anymore what happened. I knew then I was in a dangerous place with respect to being faithful in the future but I didn't care. I didn't care. I was too full of resentment to care. Actually I hated my wife.

My thoughts were filled with an elevator angel now. A few days later I saw her again. This time outside smoking among the smoking crowd. She even smoked! Eureka! I went over and sat down beside her. This time I started the conversation. Suddenly fifteen minutes were gone in a flash filled up by a natural chemistry between us. She was easy to talk to. Beyond her obvious high intelligence radiated something I could not put my finger on. She also had an almost childlike quality. She seemed to be very softly, tender hearted. And that heart was flirting with me. I flirted back. We were engaging one another.

Breaks at work and lunch hours became filled up with conversations smoking together. Every chance we had, we filled up with one another. She was also married albeit separated. She had a boyfriend living with her. None of that seemed to matter. She spoke freely and openly about her life and love, or lack of it. I was falling for her. I felt like I was swirling inside a vortex of intense chemistry, of a passion unstoppable. I wanted to kiss the lips I starred at. Almost invariably our fingers grazed and then touched fully each time she asked for a light. Each time I soaked in her softness. I wanted her. I wanted all of her.

What would God think of this? Huh? God? There were moments when I felt almost guilty about what I was doing. Not towards the wife but towards God. I did not believe in divorce. I thought people who had affairs were despicable and sinful. Much was written in the Bible on marriage, adultery, remarriage. I brushed up on it late at night by reading the Bible and various literature including seminar material on it. I found the rationalization I looked for not that that would have stopped me.

I asked her to lunch. When we met in the restaurants parking lot, we wrapped our arms around each other, holding tightly. A very magical moment. We went inside but we could not eat, not even the salad we ordered. Too enamoured with one another. So we left and went outside and our lips met. The lunch hour was spent gently exploring one anothers lips passionately.

The next lunch hour would be spent in a nearby hotel room, exploring the rest of each other...