Odd night tonight. Out tonight with a woman I slept with five years ago, and tonight while drinking we never mentioned it. But as the night progressed, I kept looking at her, remembering. Her body remains amazing, with 44 G boobs and curves to match, but I did my best to remain a gentleman. I kept the conversation non-sexual, and we had a very good visit. When she dropped me off at home, I wanted nothing more than to invite her inside, but was afraid of ruining a very good night. So I said goodnight, kissed her goodbye, and came inside, alone.

But now I'm wracked with memories of our nights together. But tonight I was a gentleman, and this is the price we pay for such sacrifices.