The next visit (late June of 2021) was during a heat wave, and this time fit the weather, given she was exposing some cleavage, and she had never done that previously. Finally, leaning in, as she kept doing during our visits, now, she told me, breasts hanging out, in front of her aide, in a soft, seductive voice, that she'd "do whatever you want."
And how did I handle it? How did I handle this opportunity falling into my lap? Well, I panicked. I balked, I muffed it.
Trying to be cool (I wasn't) I said I wanted nothing, smirked, got up, and left; I can only guess how felt, but looking back, I must've been like a slap to to the face, and afterwards, after the heat had diminished, she was a whole lot cooler to me, as well, and in all my attempts to reignite the spark, it never was the same.
I wasn't even AFC, that day; I was worse. A heel. A coward. A phony. This was the turning point, and how can I blame her? She actively came on to me, without me having to chase, and I ran. She gave me a shot, and I blasted myself in the foot, making myself look bad, but after all the show she was willing to do in front of her colleague, I made her look even worse. I am sorry in so many ways, so many shapes, and in so many forms.