Time Once More for Marilyn: Captivated & Rekindled Romance by Kerry James Page A

You did understand what Sarah said about your wife's new man, didn't you?"
                  I must have looked confused as I couldn't recall what she was talking about. "Remind me, I can't think of it at the moment." Well, we were in bed together and her hand was asking questions of my penis which was starting to answer positively.
                  "About Roger moving in very shortly after you left."
                  I had known that Jane had a man-friend for some time. It would be curious if she had remained celibate. "Oh yes. What about it?"
                  "It was three weeks after you left."
                  She had my attention now. "Bloody hell! That was quick." Then I thought about it more. "Too quick. Much too quick." My mental processes were in top gear as I pondered the ramifications. A light went on and the bell went 'ting'. "She must have known him before we split; the crafty bitch was cheating on me! And her mother must have known about it. No wonder they tried to stiff me." I began to laugh; it was so long ago now that anything other than laughing would be futile. "I am so pleased that my solicitor went overboard to get me visiting rights with Sarah. That really upset them." I turned to Marilyn. "And if all that had never happened, I would not be with you now. So however devious they were, I came out on top."
                  She hugged me and her leg came over mine. "Only until I get on top. I have got all squishy down there, and you have gone all lovely and hard again. I have the perfect place for him."  She did.
                 
                  Our wedding was arranged very easily. I had thought that as I was divorced it could not be a Church Wedding. Not so. Marilyn had no doubts that we would be married in the local church. It would seem that she made frequent donations to the re-building fund. The Vicar, she was certain would agree to marry us for fear of losing those donations. I had thought from the start that Marilyn was quite well off, but as time went by I understood that she was in a much better position financially than I first believed. I discovered this by chance. For old time's sake and happy memories I had gone to look at the hotel one day when I was in Torquay. The building was still there, but was no longer a hotel. The place had been converted into apartments. I mentioned this to Marilyn. "Yes, I know." She thought for a moment then carried on. "I had that done about five years ago."
                  I was brought up short. "You?" She nodded. "But you said your dad had sold the hotel."
                  "He did. The new owners couldn't make a go of it; well few can these days. Everybody goes to the Mediterranean now. They went bankrupt, so I bought the place back from the insolvency practitioners for about twenty percent of what dad received."
                  I was smiling. "Wheeler Dealer eh?"
                  She shook her head. "No. It was stupid. I bought it back out of nostalgia; it was my home, where I grew up. Once I had it, I realised that I may have saddled myself with a White Elephant. It was then that the idea of converting the place into apartments came to me. People retire and when they do like to live in luxury in places like Torquay, Bournemouth and Eastbourne. They rent on an annual lease. They get a luxurious apartment with no worries about plumbing, electrics, the roof and the gardens. I get a regular income and of course all the time the value of the land is increasing."
                  Somehow I knew this wasn't the end of it. So I encouraged her. "Go on."
                  She smiled shyly. "It went so well. I had rented all the apartments except for one within six months, so I bought another old hotel and did the same. Hotels like that were going cheap those days. The costs of converting them to give the customers the