It had been a long day for Nathaniel, but not an unpleasant one.  This was especially true since being at home of late had been rather disturbing.  Caitlyn, his best friend, had been having some serious arguments with her husband, Jack for the past three days.  Usually the arguments were late into the night when he was either trying to write or sleep.  Since even before coming to live with them; he had heard of the fights they had been having - though nothing on the level they were now at.  A lot of it seemed to be centered around Jack being lazy...not doing the things that needed to be done:  car maintenance, mowing the lawn, helping gather the laundry, and so forth.  Worse, it seemed he spent almost no time with their two-year old daughter, Niniel.  None of that boded well in Nathan's eyes.  It meant the marriage was indeed rocky, and getting worse each moment.  Thus, Nathan was glad to be out late with a few friends playing at the bowling alley.  At least the noise of cheers and loud crashes as pins were knocked down was more pleasant than hearing them argue.  He was simply wearing a deep royal blue polo half unbuttoned, and a pair of kaki shorts along with his tennis shoes....nothing fancy, just something to wear while out bowling.<br/><br/>There was, however, another thing which had been going on of late.  Nathan had noticed that Jack - for reasons he simply could not comprehend - was not paying attention to his wife's advances.  Caitlyn was seriously attractive...even after giving birth two years ago to Niniel.  Thus, it confused him how Jack seemed to be ignoring her.  To add into this confusion came at first the subtle hints that Caitlyn was trying to get Jack's attention.  These were little things...brushing against him in the hallway, wearing slightly shorter V-necked blouses, a bit shorter skirts and dresses, but none of these subtle hints seemed to make Jack give his wife even a second glance.  The hints turned then from subtle to far more bold.  A shorter kimono that barely covered her ass when she wore it; even wearing it more open to expose more than half her lovely cleavage.  Or, wearing a very slinky short tight skirt that hugged her curves, and showed off a great deal of her legs.  Soft perfumes that would drive her husband wild, but none of it seemed to get even a comment from her husband...nothing...not a glance, not a compliment...nothing.<br/><br/>This was something Nathan could not explain, and he found it harder and harder to ignore her sorrow...her disappointment.  It was almost as if she was starting to believe she wasn't beautiful anymore, and that was something he did not like at all.  In his eyes - Caitlyn was still the most beautiful woman in the world - even over actresses and models.  This came from him still being very much in love with her...even after all these years, but he truly saw her as gorgeous.  To see her sad, disappointed, and always having to dry tears - trying not to show them to him - all of it made him feel a deep longing to comfort her.  It did not help him in the least as her attempts to seduce her husband were having a profound impact on her best friend.  Nathan, at first, tried really hard to ignore her seductions for her husband, but as she got bolder - he simply could not stop from eying her.  He found himself gazing at her cleavage more, loving the views of her soft legs, and it enticed him deeply.  Which only added to his confusion.  If this was having such an effect on him as to greatly arouse him for her; then why was it not happening for Jack, her husband?  It made no sense, and worse...he was beginning to dream of her as he should not be...and had not dared to dream of her since she got married.<br/><br/>Being so late now - Nathan was sure that even his night owl best friend would be asleep in bed.  After all, it was after 1:30AM...more than an hour after she normally went to bed...barring arguments.  The house was quiet as he walked in stealthily, but the kitchen light was on - which it normally wasn't.  He peeked around the corner, but no one was there.  Nathan briefly wondered if she had simply forgot to turn off the light, or if she was upstairs, and on her way down to make herself some tea.  Unable to decide which it was; Nathan left it on for the moment, and headed to sit tiredly on the couch in the living room.  The master bedroom and Niniel's was upstairs with the master bathroom.  No sooner had he sat down and closed his eyes to relax did he hear the distinct noise signaling someone turning off the shower upstairs.  Sometimes his best friend would take showers late at night to calm herself.  It was clear this was one of those nights, and he bowed his head in sorrow.  It meant she most certainly had another rough day with her husband.  Nathan sat there in the dim light of the living room staring up at the staircase wondering how he could make Caitlyn feel better.  More so, he wondered how he could return her confidence in her sex appeal.