Too Perfect to Pass Up [Chapter One]
Julia and I started dating about six months after my second marriage went down the tubes. She was pretty, funny, smart, and independent, and I really just enjoyed her company. The sex was good, and her body was in decent shape. She was a year younger than me, at 36, and carried her age very well. I had always gone for youngish girls in their early twenties, or so, but I had learned that was part of my problem. Julie was the whole package. She had a 16 year old daughter named Sophie, who lived in Texas with her father, and Julie only got to see her a few times a year, as she was a flight attendant, and kept a crazy schedule. After things got serious between us, Julie and I talked about it, …