Doug did, all the time, but he was single so there was no cheatin' involved.But the whole thing bothered me. These girls were the ages of our daughter...s. Hell they were somebody's daughters. And they were local, I was pretty sure of that. My Stacy, who's in college on a merit scholarship, prolly went to high school with some of these girls.I was not a cheater to begin with. I got my faults, but I meant what I said when I said "I do" when Brenda and me got married 22 years ago. I did some of my. On one of Worthing's tree-lined avenues is a Mock-Tudor style housewhich has attracted my interest; I've been watching the goings on therefor some time. The house is number 73, a double-gable-fronted house.It was built symmetrically with a central entrance porch and door,flanked by two bays - each with windows up and down. One much smallerplain window was above the porch; mid-way between the porch and thedull-red clay tiled roof. The main roof axis being aligned across thewidth of the house. “Oh really?” Carlsaid with a smile, “Well that’s just too bad.”Carl turned and left his office for a meeting leavingDebbie standing there with her mouth hanging open.Debbie quickly turned when she heard a man clearing histhroat. She thought Carl had come back, but it was awell-dressed man. He gave her some papers.“What’s this?” she asked.He just said, “Read it.” And then he left.Debbie opened the papers and was shocked, they wasdivorce. If they see us at all, they’ll just think we’re a clump of weeds or something”I was about to pronounce a very emphatic “Forget it!” but she poked me in the chest with her finger and reminded me I was the one who said it was kinda hot to do it in risky places.Well, she had me there. We grinned at each other and quickly peeled off our jackets, spreading them out on the dirt and stubble. It had been an unseasonably warm day, but the temperature drops quickly at that altitude when the sun begins to.