I suggested she read it & find out. When she left, she took it with her. Two weeks later, we were out for dinner. ‘About that book’, she said, ‘...is that what you’re into’? I told her I resented the question, and by no means was I going to be put in a position to explain myself. She said she was sorry, and didn’t mean to sound as if she were judging me. I asked if she enjoyed the book, and she replied ‘kinda, yes, but, I can’t imagine people really do things like that.’ I assured her they do, and. He hoped it would mean that she would probably have sex with Strand and might glean some useful information and it also meant that he could travel to New York on the overnight train. This was a new initiative by the railroad and came about from the encouragement of the government in Washington and the merchants and financiers of New York. Until very recently the trains stopped overnight and passengers disembarked and slept in guest houses that had been built near stations. An enterprising. Denise walked to the bedroom door and grabbed her favorite pair of wedges from behind it before opening it. I love you too babe. She left the room shutting it silently behind her. She walked down the short hallway and into the kitchen. A soft vibration was heard and she looked at the counter. It wasnt her phone, because she realized at the last minute that she had left it in her car. It was his. Looking back toward the hallway she picked it up. A text? She knew that her husband always got. So everything is good. Wrong. I find a ripped up letter in the garbage. I piece it together and I can't believe deja vu. Its letter of her with some older guy. This dude is 55. My wife is 40. Her sister who fucks this guy introduced her. So it gets confirmed by other friends that she has a new friend. Now I know she is cheating. There were some details, like the other letter. I did it again. Cant believe I fucked him. He was good. We drank. I couldn't resist. He felt my tits. I went down on.