But I had to know. I needed to know what she did, working late. To know if there was business on her business trips. And what kind of business. I had ...to know how long her lunch breaks were and how much of it was lunch.So I started digging into her schedules. I found out there wasn't one. There was no system in her late nights. The travels really seemed business-linked, at least in her reasoning and the stories she brought home. She talked about her destinations and the clients and projects. Riday, June 8, 1979After our morning cuddle and rapport, Bonnie, Missy, Sharon and I headed in to work for a while. We hadn't much more than got into my office before Ann came in."The police came by to see me last night," she told Sharon and me. "They wanted to know if I knew anything about my ex-husband getting beaten pretty badly yesterday afternoon. I assured them I didn't, and gave them the names of several people who knew I was at work when it happened." Did they say how badly he had been. “Here you go ma’am, no signature needed. Enjoy ma’am.” As he handed her the package it slipped from his arms and landed on the porch. They both bent over to grab it, when Sherry bent over her robe fell open and exposed her naughty underwear to the mailman. He blushed and she smiled and felt a tingle between her legs she hadn’t felt in a long time.She grabbed the package and stepped inside; she didn’t cover up, but let the mailman get a nice long look. Deep down she hoped he would step into the. It was getting dark, so I docked the boat to the jetty and went to side. There was some old hut on the shore and I entered in. Janette was there in her bikini, gorgeous, super, beautiful and super hot.“Oh, Morris I’m not sure if we should do this.”But before she finished talking I threw myself at her kissing her and touching her. I pulled her bra off and I sucked her nipples both, while my hands were running underneath her thong. She was shaking and moaning. She was very nervous saying: “Stop.